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It  was  not  safe  for  a  warrior  to  so  much  as  show  his 
nose  outside  of  his  hiding-phre  " 

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^T^ing  Plover 

IS  STORIES.T()IJ)HmWSQIIM'-BY-THE-nRE 


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THE    UNIVEKSITY    PRKSS,  CAMBRIDGE,  U.S.A. 


CONTENTS 

I.  The  MouNTAi.v'";    people 

.vfOOSE,    AND     THE 


II.  The  Bear, 
Walrus 


III.  Adventures  of  King  Bear  Continued 

IV.  How  Fire  came  to  the  Mountaineers 

V.  How  Porcupine  Killer  learned  still 
more  about  the  Wonderful  Fire 

VI.  Why  Old  King  Walrus  went  awav 
FROM  the  Mountaineers'  Country 


PAOB 
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39 
67 
84 


VII.  Another  Story  of  Gluskaf  and  his 

People 107 


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LIST  OF  ILLUSTRATIONS 

"It  was  not  safe  for  a  warrior  to  so  much 
as  show  his  nose  outside  of  his  hiding- 
place"    (See page 45).     •     •     '     Front^sp^ece 

"  He  left  his  hiding-place  and  chased  the     ''^'^^ 
bear 

" '  Here  come  a  few  of  them  now,'  said  the 

24 

crow 

"He  waved  the  long  stick   around   his       ^^ 

head" 

"  Away  they  ran.  howling  and  roaring "    .       94 
"Suddenly  the  great  bear  appeared,  gal- 
loping  heavily" 


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THE  MOUNTAINEER  PEOPLE 

Both  of  Fl}Ing  Plover  s  parents 
had  died  when  he  was  a  little  baby, 
and  ever  since  — for  six  long  years 
—  he  had    lived  with   his  grand- 
mother.    The  old  woman's  name 
was  Squat-by-the-fire.    She  was  the 
wisest  person  in  the  tribe,  m  spite 
of  the  fact  that  an  old  man  who 
lived  in  another  village  said  that  he 
knew  twice  as  much  as  anybody 
else  in  the  whole  world.     She  was 
deep  in  medicine  and  history  and 
story-telling.     She  could  paint  fine 
pictures  on  bark  and  cured  skms, 
and  was  skilful  in  the  carving  of 
wonderful    little   figures   in   wood 


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and  bone  and  walrus  ivory.  She 
knew  so  much,  and  looked  so 
wise,  and  had  such  bright  eyes, 
that  many  of  the  tribesmen  be- 
lieved that  she  was  a  magician. 

The  tribe  that  Flying  Plover 
and  his  grandmother  belonged  to 
lived  far  north,  in  that  bleak  and 
unexplored  country  called  Labra- 
dor. They  spent  the  summer 
months  near  the  coast,  where  they 
fished  in  the  great  bays  for  cod 
and  seals,  and  in  the  rivers  for 
salmon  and  trout.  They  traded 
with  the  few  white  settlers  and 
missionaries,  and  with  the  Es- 
kimo people.  At  the  approach 
of  winter  they  traveled  inland, 
with  the  great  herds  of  caribou, 
into  the  sheltered  valleys  of  the 
mountains.      As   the   winter   is  a 


ss'r^ms^fi^'^^'^'f^mv^m^^^^ff^r'*/-:.  'Skr.^  fi 


"ii^MOUNTAINEEB   PEOPLE 

lluch  longer  season  than  the  sum- 
mer, in  that  country,  these  people 
"pent 'he  greater  part  of  eve^  year 

in  the  mountain  forests  — and  so 
hey  a-  -»^*^  '^'  Mountaineer 
Indians,  or  the  iViountameers.  But 
this  book  is  not  abou  the  tribe 
but  Is  full  of  the  stones  that  old 
Squat-by-the-fire  told  to  little  Fly- 
h,g    Plover,  in    the   long   winter 

evenings.  ^       ,j 

You  can   not    sir    yy    " 

„'c  firp  and  smell  the  herbs 
woman  s  tire,  ana  s.i" 

she  was  always  steeping,  and  play 
with  the  little  figures  ^^ich  she 
carved  so  cleverly,  as  Flying 
Plover  could ;  yet  I  hope  you  will 
like  her  stories,  for  all  that. 


II 

THE   BEAR,   THE   MOOSE,  AND  THE 
WALRUS 

The  other  children  of  the  village 
were  afraid  of  Flying  Plover's 
grandmother,  because  c^  her  bent 
back,  and  wrinkled  fare,  and  bright 
dark  eyes.  Though  she  had  never 
so  much  as  said  a  harsh  word  to  any 
one  of  them,  and  though  her  medi- 
cines had  saved  the  lives  of  many  of 
them,  yet  they  would  never  follow 
Flying  Plover  into  the  big  lodge 
where  she  sat  all  day  by  the  fire, 
steeping  her  fragrant  herbs  and 
thinking  of  all  manner  of  wonder- 
ful things.  They  said  that  she 
could  turn  a  little  boy,  or  a  litde 


I  THE   BEAR.   MOOSE.   AND   WALRUS 

girl,  into  any  kind  of  animal  or 
bird  in  the  world,  without  any  more 
trouble  than  snapping  her  fingers. 
That  was  nonsense;  but  some  of 
the  men  and  women  believed  it, 
too.  Magicians  were  not  very  rare 
things  in  that  region  (at  least  to 
people  who  believed  in  them)  and 
you  were  just  as  likely  as  not  to 
think  that  you  saw  one  every  time 
you  went  out  for  a  walk.  But 
Squat-by-the-fire  was  not  a  magi- 
cian, and  could  not  have  turned  a 
litde  boy,  or  a  litde  girl,  into  a  bird 
or  a  four-legged  animal  if  she  had 
snapped  her  fingers  for  fifty  years. 
She  was  just  an  old,  good,  and  very 
clever  woman;  and  though  she 
loved  little  children  and  was  glad 
to  be  able  to  make  medicines  for 

them,  she  really  was  not  sorry  that 

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they  did  not  all  run  in  and  out  of 
her  lodge,  with  the  freedom  of  her 
grandson.  Flying  Plover  had 
learned  her  ways  and  wishes  and 
never  disturbed  the  pAs  by  the  fire 
or  the  big  jars  in  the  corner;  but 
she  knew  that  the  other  children, 
once  they  felt  at  home,  would 
knock  things  about  at  a  terrible 
rate.  And  she  was  far  too  old  and 
busy  to  begin  to  teach  deportment 
to  all  the  children  of  the  village. 
But  Flying  Plover  never  caused 
her  any  trouble,  and  was  not  in  the 
least  afraid  of  her. 

One  evening,  when  the  raw-hide 
door  of  the  lodge  was  fastened 
tight,  and  the  fire  burned  cheerily 
and  smokily  on  the  earthen  floor, 
and  the  wind  moaned  outside,  the 
old  medicine  woman  asked,  "  What 

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THE  BEAR.   MOOSE.   AND   WALRUS 


1 

games  did  you  play  tcnlay,  little 
son  of  Swift  Runner?" 

"  We  played  at  battles,    replied 
Flying  Plover;  "and  they  put  me 
on  the  Eskimo  side,  and  so  I  was 
taken  prisoner,  and  fastened  to  a 
tree     I  did  not  see  much  tun  m 
that ;  so  I  made  up  another  game, 
something  like  deer-huntmg.  and 
we  played  that  until  it  got  dark. 
But  I  like  battles  best,  except  when 
1  am  an  Eskimo.     Do  the  Eski- 
mos always  get  beaten  m  the  real 

battles?" 

"Our  people  have  not  been  at 
war  with  the  fat  blubber-eaters  for 
a  long,  long  time,"  replied  the  old 
woman.  "  We  used  to  battle  with 
them  every  summer ;  but  it  was  a 
foolish  thing  to  do,  and  brought  a 
great  deal  of  sorrow  and  suffering 


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to  both  peoples.  When  my  father 
was  a  young  man,  our  warriors 
used  to  chase  the  Eskimo  warriors 
as  the  timber  wolves  chase  the 
young  caribou.  But  the  mission- 
aries have  taught  us  that  killing 
and  robbing  are  terrible  sins  — 
and  1  think  people  should  have 
known  that  before.  So  now,  when 
we  want  sealskins  and  fish,  we  do 
not  fight  and  rob,  but  we  trade  in- 
stead. That  is  better,  for  it  does 
not  call  for  the  shedding  of  blood, 
the  burning  of  lodges,  and  torture 
and  starvation,  as  of  old.  Now 
the  blubber-eaters  are  a  weak  peo- 
ple; but  hundreds  and  hundreds  of 
seasons  ago  they  were  a  great 
nation.  But  that  was  far  beyond 
the  reach  of  my  father's  memory. 
They  were  a  mighty  people  though, 

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9         THE   BEAR.   MOOSE.   AND   WALRUS         ^ 

once  upon  a  time;  and  then  our 
nation  was  nothiiig  more  than  a 
few  weak  villages.  We  were  afraid 
of  the  blubber-eaters  then,  and 
never  went  down  from  the  moun- 
tains. The  Eskimo  warriors 
chased  our  warriors  then,  when 
they  saw  them,  even  as  the  timber 
wolves  chase  the  young  caribou. 
So  it  is  with  men  and  tribes  and 
nations,  little  son  of  a  chief.  I 
have  seen  something  of  it,  even 
with  my  own  eyes.  The  Eskimo 
people  were  the  great  people;  and 
next  the  Mountaineers  were  mighty 
in  batrie ;  and  now  both  the  fat  men 
of  the  ice  and  the  hunters  of  the 
mountains  know  that  the  white 
missionaries  and  the  white  traders 
are  their  masters." 

"  That  is  veiy  strange,"  remarked 

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Flying  Plover.  "  The  white  men 
do  not  look  like  great  v  arriors,  and 
they  are  very  few  in  number. 

"  It  is  the  mind,"  said  old  Squat- 
by-the-fire,  touching  her  wrinkled 
forehead  with  a  gnarled  finger. 
*'  T  is  the  light  inside  the  skull  that 
gives  the  mastery ;  though  to  listen 
to  the  stor>'  tellers,  one  would  be- 
lieve that  all  the  power  lies  in  the 
biggest  club  and  the  straightest 
arrow.  The  minds  of  the  white 
men  are  full  of  knowledge,  and  cau- 
tion, and  courage.  That  is  why 
they  are  now  the  great  people." 

"  They  feed  their  brains  with 
fine  sweet  puddings.  I  think  that 
is  why  they  are  able  to  talk  to  our 
people  so  big  and  make  the  little 
Eskimo  boys  go  to  school,"  said 
Flying  Plover. 

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The  old  woman  laughed  ;  but  it 
was  not  at  her  grandson's  remark. 
She  was  thinking  of  the  oldest 
story  she  had  ever  heard. 

"There  was  a  time,  more  than 
ten  thousand  summers  ago,  I  should 
think,  when  men  were  such  weak, 
dull-witted  creatures  that  they  he 
no  mastery  over  anything  but  the 
smallest  nnimals   and   birds,"   she 
said.     "  Oh,  yes,  that  was  a  very 
long  time  ago,  ages  and  ages  be- 
fore the  white  man  had  ever  been 
heard  of.     '^he  animals  were  the 
masters,  in  those  days,  and  it  is  a 
wonder  that  the  poor,    frightened 
'^'•eatures  that  ran  on  ♦■wo  legs,  and 
hid  in  caves  and  holes,  kept  alive 
at  all.     Then,  the  wolves  were  as 
big  as  black  bears,  and  the  bears 
stoc  1  as  high  as  caribou,  and  tb-- 


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foxes  were  as  big  as  timber  wolves. 
When  a  hunter  saw  a  fox,  in  those 
days,  he  was  glad  to  climb  a  tree ; 
and  he  was  lucky  if  a  caribou  did 
not  come  along  and  knock  the  tree 
over  with  its  head.  Or  may  be  an 
eagle  would  catch  sight  of  the  man, 
and  swoop  down  and  pick  him  out 
of  the  tree  with  its  claws,  as  if  he 
weighed  no  more  than  a  litde  brook 

trout." 

"I  am  glad  I  did  not  live  in 
those  days,"  said  Flying  Plover. 
"If  all  the  beasts  were  too  big  to 
kill,  and  there  were  no  white  men  to 
buy  blankets  from,  what  did  peo- 
ple do  for  clothes  to  wear?" 

"  There  were  the  hares,"  replied 
the  old  woman.  "  They  were  six 
times  as  large  as  they  are  now,  but 
not  much  more  dangerous  unless 


i         THE   BEAR.   MOOSE.   AND   WALRUS 


1 


they  were  cornered.  And  some- 
times the  bravest  hunters  managed 
to  kill  a  beaver  or  a  musquash. 
Even  the  mice  were  well  worth 
hunting  in  those  days,  and  one  fat 
mouse  made  a  very  good  dinner 
for  a  small  family.  Oh,  it  was  a 
queer  world,  you  may  be  sure!" 

Old  Squat-by-the-fire  ceased  her 
talk  for  a  litde  while  and  opened  a 
leathern  bag  at  her  belt.  Froni  it 
she  drew  a  wooden  pipe,  a  knife, 
and  a  plug  of  dark-brown  trade 
tobacco.  Soon  the  pipe  was  filled 
and  lit,  and  the  blue  smoke  curling 
about  her  head. 

"  Did  they  have  any  tobacco  in 
those  days?"  asked  Flying  Plover. 

"  No  — nor  fire  to  light  it  with," 
replied  his  grandmother. 

The  litde  boy  was  gready  as- 


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tonished  ar^^T^  '°^'lem- 
think  how  people  warmed  them 
selves  In  winter,  or  cooked  their 
dinner.  He  was  just  openmg  his 
mouth  to  ask  about  a  dozen  ques- 
tions, when  the  old  medicine- 
woman,   noticing  it,  hurried  on 

with  her  talk.  , 

"  The  king  of  the  frozen  north 
was  a  great   walrus.     His   tusks 
were  as  long   as  a  canoe  paddle 
and  his  head  as  big  as  this  lodge. 
He  lived  in  a  house  built  of  ice 
bergs,  and  was  not  afraid  of  any- 
thing in  the  world.     This  country 
had  two  kings.     One  was  a  white 
bear,  as  big  as  a  trading  schooner, 
and  the  other  was  a  bull  moose  as 
tall  as  the  highest  spruce  tree  in 
the  forest.     When  the  moose  was 
without   his    horns    he   went  tar 

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away   to    the   westward    and    hid 

himself   in   a   deep   valley — and 

then  the  white  bear  was  king  of 

all  this  country.     But  every  year, 

as  soon  as  the  moose  felt  that  his 

horns  were   full-grown   again,    he 

left   his  hiding-place   and    chased 

the  bear  hundreds  of  miles  out  of 

his  kingdom.      So  they  went  on, 

year  after  year,  until,  at  last,  King 

Walrus  heard  about  it.     Being  a 

walrus  he  did  not  like  white  bears. 

The  dislike  was  born  in  him,  for, 

of  course,  he  had  never  had  any 

trouble  with  bears  himself. 

"  *  I  have  no  doubt  that  the  moose 

is  the  rightful  ruler  of  that  country,' 

he  said.     *  I  '11  just  make  a  journey 

into  that  region  and  set  the  matter 

right' 

"Of    course    what    he    really 

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meant  was  that  he  would  take  the 
country  for  himself.  He  was 
growing  ambitious.  He  felt  that 
such  a  mighty  chief  should  rule  the 
whole  world.  So  one  fine  day  in 
winter,  just  after  King  Bear  had 
sent  King  Moose  trotting  west- 
ward to  his  hidden  valley  to  grow 
a  new  pair  of  horns,  up  waddled 
King  Walrus.  The  bear  was  five 
times  as  large  as  white  bears  are 
now;  but  old  King  Walrus  was 
ten  times  the  size  of  the  walruses 
of  to-day.  King  Bear  saw  at  a 
glance  th  it  he  was  not  big  enough 
to  fight  with  his  unexpected  visitor. 
Knowing  that  all  walruses  are  the 
enemies  of  all  bears,  he  did  not 
have  to  think  very  hard  to  find  a 
reason  for  the  northern  king's  visit. 
His  eyes  grew  red  as  the  fire  with 


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the  anger  that  burned  in  his  brain; 
but  what  he  said  was,  *  I  am  highly 
honored  and  unspeakably  delighted 
at  seeing  you  in  my  poor  country/ 

"*  Hump,' grunted  King  Walrus, 
—  for  his  manners  were  no  better 
than  the  manners  of  any  other 
walrus,  and,  into  the  bargain,  he 
was  quite  short  of  Ueath  from  his 
overland  journey  in  from  the  coast. 
King  Bear  saw  that  his  only 
chance  of  keeping  things  pleasant 
was  in  being  polite.  He  would 
give  his  visitor  some  valuable  gifts, 
too. 

" '  This  is  an  unexpected  pleas- 
ure,' he  continued.  *  I  was  never 
so  honored  before  in  all  my  life. 
I  am  deeply  moved  by  your  con- 
descension.' 

"  By  this  time  King  Walrus  had 

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recovered  enough  breath  to  talk 
with.  'You  will  be  moved  still 
farther  before  very  long,'  he  said. 
Then  he  laughed  roaringly,  for  he 
had  a  very  coarse  sense  of  humor 
and  enjoyed  nobody's  jokes  but 
his  own.  The  bear  was  bright 
enough,  you  may  be  sure,  and 
usually  approved  of  jokes,  but  he 
did  not  laugh  that  time.  He  be- 
came so  angry  that  he  forgot  all 
his  caution. 

"'What  are  you  bellowing  about, 
old  blubber-sides  ? '  he  snarled. 

"'Hey!  What  was  that  you 
called  me?'  roared  King  Walrus, 
changing  his  tune  very  quickly. 

" '  You  may  bellow  as  loud  as  you 
choose,'  replied  the  bear,  *  but  you 
can't  frighten  me  with  noise.* 

"He  was  so  angry  that  he  was 

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utterly  reckless.     White  bears  have 
very  hot  tempers,  as  you  know. 

"*  I  called  you  old  blubber-sides,* 
he  continued.  *  I  '11  call  you  worse 
names  than  that,  if  you  don't  go 
away  from  my  countr)^  You 
smell  like  rotten  fish !  Go  away  ! 
Go  away !  * 

"  King  Walrus  was  far  too  angry 
to  reply  to  these  insults  in  words. 
His  great  sides  shook  with  angler 
as    the    sea    shakes    with   scorm. 
Like  a  mountain  lurching  from  its 
place,  he   floundered    after    King 
Bear  at  the  top  of  his  speed,  bel- 
lowing all  the  while  like  summer 
thunder.     The  earth  groaned  and 
trembled— and  King  Bear  ran  like 
a  frightened  hare.     He  ran  all  day 
and  all  night;  and  not  until  then 
did   the   bellowing  of  old    King 

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Walrus  fall  to  silence  hchinu  nim. 
Then  he  sat  down  and  growled 
and  groaned  and  snarled,  so  en- 
raged was  he  at  finding  himself  an 
outcast  from  his  own  country.  At 
last  he  became  quieter  and  began 
to  use  his  wits. 

"  *  Old  blubber-sides  is  too  big  for 
me,'  he  said  —  'and  I  think  the 
Moose  will  find  the  same  trouble, 
when  he  gets  back.  But  here  is  a 
country  that  does  not  look  as  if  any- 
one governed  it.  I  11  be  king  of 
this  country.* 

"It  was  a  very  dreary  looking 
land  in  which  the  big  white  bear 
now  found  himself.  He  had 
never  seen  it  before;  and  he  had 
run  so  fast  and  so  blindly  that  he 
really  did  not  know  by  what  course 
he  had  come  or  in  what  part  of  the 


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world  he  was.  He  went  to  the 
top  of  a  hill  and  looked  all  around 
him.  Nowhere  was  there  any  sign 
of  woods  or  water  or  sea-ice.  On 
every  side,  and  right  away  to  the 
edge  of  the  sky,  lay  rounded,  tree- 
less hills  and  wide,  dreary  barrens 
ali  covered  with  snow.  The  sight 
made  the  bear  feel  dreadfully 
grumpy,  for  nowhere  could  be  seen 
any  movement  of  life — any  prom- 
ise of  dinner.  And  he  was  so 
hungry,  after  his  long  run,  that  his 
stomach  felt  as  if  it  contained  a 
lump  of  ice." 


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Old  Squat-by-the-fire  ceased  her 
talking  and,  with  tender  care, 
knocked  the  ashes  out  of  her  pipe 
into  the  palm  of  her  left  hand. 
She  gazed  narrowly  at  the  ashes, 
before  blowing  them  into  the  fire. 

"That  was  good  tobacco,"  she 
said.  "  Every  little  bit  of  it  turned 
into  smoke.  Indian  tobacco  was 
not  so  good;  but  just  to  think  that 
there  once  was  a  time  when  people 
did  n't  have  any  fire,  even  to  light 
their  pipes  and  warm  their  bones 
at  That  must  have  been  much 
worse  than  not  having  any  tobacco." 
"Or  to  cook  their  dinners  at," 
said  litde  Flying  Plover.     The  old 


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woman  nodded.  Her  bright  eyes 
v/ere  on  the  fire,  and  she  was  deep 
in  meditation.  Flying  Plover 
watched  her  in  silence  for  fully 
two  minutes.  Then  he  said,  "  I 
think  King  Bear  was  in  King 
Walrus's  country." 

"  You  are  wrong.  But  it  is  time 
for  you  to  go  to  bed,"  said  Squat- 
by-the-fire. 

"I  am  not  sleepy.  Please  tell 
me  some  more  about  King  Bear," 
begged  the  little  boy. 

"  Well,"  said  the  old  woman, 
"  he  stood  on  the  top  of  the  hill  and 
growled  and  roared,  just  as  loud  as 
he  could,  to  see  if  anything  would 
hear  him  and  come  to  find  out  his 
trouble.  Presently  a  crow  ap- 
peared out  of  the  gray   sky,    and 

alighted  on  the  snow. 

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"'You  are  making  a  horrible 
noise,'  said  the  crow.  'What's 
the  matter  with  you?' 

" '  I  am  hungry,'  replied  the  bear. 
*  Who  is  king  of  this  country  ? ' 

"♦We  have  no  king.  This 
country  is  ruled  by  the  people,' 
said  the  bird. 

"'Oh!'  remarked  Kmg  Bear, 
and  scratched  his  ear.  He  had 
never  in  all  his  life  heard  of  a 
country  without  a  chief  or  a  kmg. 
♦  It  looks  like  a  poor  sort  of  place.  . 
Where  are  the  people  ? ' 

"'Here  come  a  few  of  them 
now,'  said  the  crow,  turning  his 
head  over  his  shoulder.  Sure 
enough,  there  were  six  wolves  and 
two  black  bears  approaching  the 
hill  at  a  fast  run. 

"  *  They  don't  seem  to  be  at  all 

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afraid  of  me,'  said  King  Bear, 
gruffly.  *And  yet  I  am  big 
enough  to  kill  them  all  with  one 
of  my  paws.* 

"'You  are  very  big,'  admitted 
the  crow.  *You  are  the  biggest 
bear  I  ever  saw  —  and  you  seem 
to  be  colored  wrong,  too.  But 
that  is  neither  here  nor  there.  We 
do  not  think  much  of  size  in  this 
country.' 

" '  Oh,  don't  you  ? '  snarled  King 
Bear.  *Well  perhaps  you'll 
change  your  \"ows  before  very 
long.  And  what  do  you  mean  by 
saying  I  am  colored  wrong  ? ' 

" '  Black  and  brown  are  the  cor- 
rect colors  for  bears,'  said  the  crow. 
'Dirty  white  looks  both  foolish 
and  untidy.' 

"Just  then  the  six  wolves  and 

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the  two  black  bears  reached  the 
bottom  of  the  hill.  There  they 
halted,  and  r  -  of  the  wolves  cried 
out,  'What  -*xc  you  doing  here,  big 
stranger  ? ' 

"  *  I  am  sitting  on  the  top  of  a 
hill,  admiring  your  beautiful  coun- 
try,' replied  the  white  bear,  in  a 
snarly  voice. 

" '  What  do  you  want  ? '  asked 
the  wolf. 

" '  Something  to  eat,'  said  the 
white  bear. 

" '  Where  did  you  come  from  ? ' 
asked  the  wolf. 

"*You  miserable  creature,  I 
came  from  my  own  country  where 
I  am  king,*  roared  the  bear.  *  And 
I  want  you  to  know  that  I  did  not 
come  here  to  answer  your  ques- 
tions!     Bring    me   something   to 


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eat  —  a  fat  caribou,  or  a  couple  of 
seals  —  or  I  '11  tiy  my  teeth  on 
you !  * 

"'Your  talk  is  as  big  as  your 
body;  but  neither  big  words  nor 
big  bodies  are  much  thought  of  in 
this  country/  replied  the  wolf. 

**  Kmg  Bear  was  astonished  at 
the  wolfs  daring   in  speaking   to 
him  so  impudently.    He  had  never 
been  spoken  to  in  that  way  before 
by  any  common  animal   or   bird. 
Of  course  King  Moose,  his  rival, 
had  said  rude  things  to  him  every 
year ;  but  that  was  to  be  expected 
and  was  between  kings.       But  it 
made  his  blood  bubble  in  his  brain 
to  hear  such  words  from  that  ordi- 
nary wolf,  and   to  see  the  other 
common  creatures,  and   the  crow 

gnnning  at  the  talk.     He  was  so 

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angry   that   he  almost   forgot  the 
hungry-pain  in  his  stomach. 

" '  I  am  a  great  king,'  he  roared, 
and  got  to  his  feet,  ready  to  destroy 
the  six  wolves  and  the  two  black 
bears  with  one  sweep  of  his  mighty 
right  paw.  But  he  did  not  do  it ! 
He  saw  something  running  on 
the  snow,  so  fast  that  he  could  not 
make  out  what  it  was — and  sud- 
denly it  stopped  close  under  his 
great  nose  and  he  saw  that  it  was 
a  slim  young  man.  He  was  so 
astonished  that  he  squatted  back 
on  his  haunches. 

"  *  I  have  been  listening  to  you,' 
said  the  young  man,  *  and  I  do  not 
like  your  talk.  Also,  I  do  not 
like  your  looks.  You  are  too  big 
and  too  bold  to  be  a  safe  compan- 
ion for  my  people.' 


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"  King  Bear  could  do  nothing 
but  stare. 

" '  I  am  Gluskap/  continued  the 
young  man,  *  and  all  the  men 
and  animals  in  this  land,  for 
seven  times  as  far  as  you  can 
see  in  every  direction,  are  in 
my  care.* 

" '  I  never  heard  of  you,'  said 
the  big  white  bear. 

"  The  young  man  smiled  at  that. 
Then  he  pointed  his  finger  at  the 
stranger  and  gazed  at  him  very 
hard  with  his  bright  eyes. 

" '  I  feel  queer.  My  head  spins 
'round  and  'round,'  said  the  bear. 
He  began  to  sway  from  side  to 
side.  He  stood  on  his  four  strong 
legs;  but  still  he  swayed  and 
swayed,  and  his  mouth  hung  open 
and  he  breatlied  very  hard. 


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What — are — ,^ou — doing  — 
to — me?'  he  gasped. 

"  *  I  am  reducing  you/  repHed 
the  young  man. 

"  King  Bear  did  not  know  what 
that  meant  —  and  he  felt  so  queer 
that  he  did  not  care.  All  the 
white  world  seemed  to  go  whirl- 
ing around  him.  At  last  he  fell 
over,  flat  on  his  side.  And  as 
soon  as  that  had  happened  he  felt 
quite  well  again  and  jumped  to 
his  feet.  Well,  he  blinked  his  red 
eyes  and  he  glared  and  glared,  for 
it  looked  to  him  as  if  the  man,  the 
crow,  the  wolves,  and  the  black 
bears  had  all  grown  much  larger. 
But  that  was  not  what  had  hap- 
pened at  all.  The  change  was 
in  himself  and  not  in  the  others. 

Gluskap,   with    his   magic,    had 

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made  him  smaller  and  smaller  until 
he  was  just  exactly  the  size  of  white 
bears  now  and  smaller  than  common 
black  bears  v/ere  in  those  days. 

"'Now  that  you  are  a  small 
bear  and  not  at  all  dangerous  to 
the  peace  of  this  country,  you  may 
come  with  me  and  have  something 
to  eat/  said  Gluskap.  *And  if 
you  behave  yourself  I  think  my 
people  will  be  kind  to  you  and  let 
you  live  in  this  country.  Come, 
it  is  dinner  time/ 

"He  turned  toward  the  south 
and  walked  slowly  away.  Then 
the  white  bear  followed  him,  won- 
dering to  find  himself  so  mild  and 
obedient.  The  other  animals  fol- 
lowed, too,  and  the  crow  flew  on 
ahead.     One  of  the  wolves  walked 

beside  the  white  bear. 

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The  crow  told  me  that  this 
country  was  without  a  king,'  said 
the  bear.  *  But  that  man  is  your 
king,  surely!' 

"*Oh,  now,  he  is  one  of  the 
gods,'  said  the  wolf.  *  He  feeds 
us,  and  keeps  our  enemies  from 
harming  us.  Is  that  what  kings 
do  for  their  people  ? ' 

"  *  I  never  heard  of  a  king  doing 
things  like  that,'  replied  the  white 
bear.  *  But  what  does  he  feed  you 
with  ? '  he  asked,  for  again  he  felt 
the  hungry-pain  in  his  stomach  — 
and  though  he  was  so  much  smaller 
now,  the  pain  felt  just  as  big  as 
when  he  was  his  old  size. 

"'Just  whatever  you  want,'  said 

the  wolf.     'His   lodge  is   behind 

the  next  hill,  so  you  will  soon  know 

as  much  about  it  as  I  know.     All 

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the  men  and  animals  and  birds  are 
here  by  now,  I  think,  waiting  for 
their  food.  Don't  you  hear  them 
talking  ? '  Oh,  yes  the  white  bear 
heard  them  talking.  It  sounded 
just  like  the  running  of  sea  waves 
up  and  back  along  a  pebbly  shore. 
And  now  the  scents  of  that  hidden 
multitude  reached  his  keen  nose. 
He  smelt  every  kind  of  living 
creature  he  had  ever  smelled  be- 
fore in  all  his  life,  except  fish  and 
seals.  He  knew  that  men  were 
there,  beyond  the  hill,  and  moose, 
caribou,  bears,  wolves,  foxes,  otters, 
wild-cats,  mink,  porcupine,  red  deer, 
woodchucks,  hares,  mice,  beaver, 
muskrats,  badgers,  and  all  kinds 
of  birds. 

"'Hah,  that   smells   good,'   he 
said,  and  sniffed  very  hard.     *  That 

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certainly  smells  like  a  fine  dinner. 
I  '11  be  puzzled  to  know  what  to 
eat  first.  A  fat  beaver  would  not 
be  bad  to  start  with,  as  there  does 
not  seem  to  be  any  kind  of  fresh 

fish.' 

" '  You  are  all  wrong.  You  will 
not  be  allowed  to  eat  any  of  those 
animals.  They  are  waiting  for 
their  dinners  just  as  hungrily  as 
you  are;  and  what  would  they 
think,  do  you  suppose,  if  Gluskap 
allowed  you  to  kill  them  and  eat 
them  ?  * 

"'Then  what  on  earth  are  we 
going  to  eat?'  asked  the  white 
bear. 

"  *  You  '11  soon  find  that  out  for 
yourself,'  replied  the  wolf. 

"  Gluskap  led  the  way  straight  up 
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on  the  other  side,  stood  a  great 
lodge  of  poles  and  bark,  sur- 
rounded by  several  hundred  men, 
thousands  of  animals,  and  great 
flocks  of  birds  settling  down  and 
flying  up  and  lighting  again.  The 
white  bear  gazed  at  the  scene  in 
astonishment.  There  stood  wolves 
and  ca'ii  "u  side  by  side,  and  hares 
and  wild-cats  lay  together  on  the 
snow. 

"  '  Why  don't  they  fight  ? '  he 
asked.  *  Why  don't  the  bears  and 
wolves  eat  the  silly  little  men  and 
the  fat  hares  and  beavers?* 

"'  No  need  of  it,'  said  the  wolf. 
'It  is  easier  to  eat  Gluskap's 
food.' 

"  Now  they  halted  at  the  edge 
of  the  crowd.  They  saw  Gluskap 
walk  into  his  great  lodge.     Soon 

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he  came  out  with  a  basket  in  one 
hand.  He  walked  among  the  men 
and  animals,  scattering  on  every 
side  something  that  looked  like 
sand.  The  moment  those  little 
grains  touched  the  ground,  each  one 
became  a  piece  of  food.  A  grain 
that  dropped  in  front  of  a  beaver 
became  a  juicy  fragment  of  pond- 
lily  root.  The  grains  that  fell  be- 
fore the  caribou  turned  into  bundles 
o^  caribou-moss.  The  grains  that 
fell  near  the  bears  and  wolves  and 
rnen  became  meat  and  fish  of  many 
kinds.  Well,  it  was  the  most  won- 
derful thing  that  the  white  bear 
had  ever  dreamed  of ;  and  when  he 
suddenly  found  a  big,  fresh  salmon 
and  a  lump  of  beaver  flesh  under 
his  very  nose,  he  was  too  happy  to 
do  anything  but  eat  and  eat." 

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Old  Squat-by-the-fire  ceased  her 
story-telling,  leaned  back  against  a 
heap  of  robes  and  blankets,  and 
closed  her  eyes. 

"Did  Gluskap  make  all  the 
food  out  of  sand?"  asked  Flying 
Plover. 

"  Yes.  Now  you  must  go  to 
bed,  little  son  of  a  chief." 

**Did  King  Bear  stay  with 
Gluskap  ? " 

"  Yes.  Go  to  bed  now.  Flying 
Plover." 

"  Did  n't  he  ever  go  back  to  his 
own  country  ? " 

"  Perhaps  he  did.  I  don't  know. 
Go  to  bed." 

"What  happened  to  old  Kine 
Walrus  ? "  ^ 

"  I  won't  tell  you  to-night.  Go 
to  bed !  " 

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"  Did  King  Moose  come  home 
and  fight  him  ? " 

"  Go  to  bed!  Go  to  bed!  Go- 
to—bed!" 

So,  at  last,  while  the  fire  still 
burned  brightly,  little  Flying 
Plover  went  to  bed  under  a  soft 
robe  of  furs — and  with  most  of 
his  clothes  on  too.  But  his 
grandmother  sat  up  for  an  hour  or 
two  longer,  and  smoked  another 
pipeful  of  tobacco. 


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HOW  FIRE  CAME  TO  THE  MOUNTAINEERS 

Flying  Plover  was  awake  bright 
and  early  next  morning,  and  went 
right  out  in  the  cold  and  snow  to 
get  wood  for  his  grandmother's 
fire.  The  men  of  the  village 
always  kept  the  old  medicine- 
woman's  wood  pile  well  supplied — 
so  the  little  boy  had  no  chopping 
to  do,  but  just  carried  armfuls  of 
dry  sticks  into  the  lodge.  Though 
it  was  nearly  breakfast  time,  the 
sun  was  not  yet  up ;  but  a  narrow 
yellow  band  edged  the  horizon  in 
one  place,  and  in  the  faint  twilight 
several  people  besides  Flying 
Plover  were  moving  about  out  of 

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doors.  Some  were  getting  wood, 
and  some  were  carrying  water  from 
the  hole  in  the  frozen  brook.  Big 
Hunter,  the  chief  of  the  village, 
was  feeding  frozen  fish  to  his 
sledge-dogs;  for  he  and  his  sons 
were  going  to  make  an  early  start 
in  search  of  caribou.  The  air  was 
very  still  and  cold,  and  the  tall  trees 
which  stood  all  around  and  among 
the  lodges  snapped  in  the  frost. 
Litrie  Flying  Plover  was  too  cold 
to  even  shout  out  to  his  friends. 
This  was  the  part  of  the  day  which 
he  did  not  like  —  the  short  time 
before  the  fire  was  lighted  and 
breakfast  was  cooked.  So  he 
worked  very  fast,  running  back- 
ward and  forward  between  the 
lodge  and  the  wood  pile.  H  is  task 
was  soon  done ;  and  soon  the  fire 


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I      FIRE  CAME  TO  THE  MOUNTAINEERS      ^ 

burned  cheerily  in  the  middle  of 
the  lodge,  the  smoke  streamed  up 
to  the  peak  of  the  roof  and  out 
into  the  frosty  air,  and  the  old 
medicine-woman  put  the  tea-kettle 
and  the  frying-pan  on  the  coals. 

After  breakfast,  Squat-by-the-fire 
gave  her  little  grandson  a  lesson 
in  moccasin-sewing;  and  after  the 
lesson  she  kept  him  at  work  at  mak- 
ing a  pair  of  moccasins  while  she 
steeped  medicines.  For  a  little 
while  in  the  afternoon  he  worked 
at  carving  a  caribou  from  a  block 
of  wood;  but  it  was  hard  work,  and 
he  cut  his  finger;  and  after  a 
whole  hour  of  scooping  and  cut- 
ting, the  thing  still  looked  more  like 
a  block  than  a  caribou.  He  al- 
most  cried.     In    fact,   two    tears 

rolled  out  of  his  eyes  and  half-way 

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down  his  (?J-  cheeks  before  he  re- 
membered that  warriors  do  not 
weep  and  hastily  wiped  them  away 
with  the  back  of  his  hand.  His 
grandmother  did  not  let  him  know 
that  she  had  seen  the  tears;  but 
she  tied  a  piece  of  rag  around 
his  cut  finger  and  told  him  to 
go  out  and  play  with  the  other 
little  boys. 

That  night,  old  Squat-by-the-fire 
told  Flying  Plover  some  more 
about  King  Walrus,  and  about  a 
man  called  Porcupine  Killer. 

"When  King  Moose  returned 
to  this  country,"  she  said,  "  with  his 
fine  horns  all  ready  for  knocking 
King  Bear  about,  and  found  old 
King  Walrus  here  instead,  he  was 
not  at  all  pleased  with  the  change. 
One  look  at  the  big  walrus  told 


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i      FIRE   CAME   TO   THE   MOUNTAINEERS      ^ 

him  that  he  had  met  his  master, 
horns  or  no  horns.  But  he  was 
full  of  courage  and  felt  that  right 
was  on  his  side  —  so  with  a  snort 
of  rage  he  tried  to  roll  King  Wal- 
rus from  the  hill  on  which  he  lay, 
sleeping  soundly.  But  he  might 
as  well  have  tried  to  roll  the  hill 
from  under  King  Walrus.  There 
was  a  short  and  terrible  fight  — 
and  then  poor  King  Moose 
limped  away  and  lay  down  in  a 
distant  forest  to  think  the  matter 
over.  He  hid  in  the  forest  for 
many  days  and  asked  every  ani- 
mal and  bird  that  came  within 
speaking  distance  where  King 
Bear  had  gone  to.  But  not  one 
of  them  could  tell  him  that.  All 
they  knew  was  that  he  had  been 
chased  out  of  the  country  by  the 

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"1 

the 


old  blubber-mountain  from 
north.  The  moose  was  very  sorry 
that  no  one  could  tell  him  where 
his  rival  had  gone  to.  He  thought 
that  he  and  King  Bear  together 
could  drive  King  Walrus  back  to 
his  own  country.  But  as  there 
seemed  to  be  no  chance  of  finding 
the  bear,  he  continued  to  live 
quietly  in  the  distant  forest.  For 
exercise,  he  knocked  the  great  pine 
trees  over  with  his  horns.  None 
of  the  other  animals  were  big 
enough  for  him  to  fight  with  — 
and  King  Walrus  was  too  big. 

*'  The  walrus  did  not  stay  in 
this  country  very  long ;  but  while 
he  was  here,  men  suffered  even 
more  than  they  had  suffered  be- 
fore. The  reason  for  this  was 
that   a  great  many  fierce  animals 

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i      FIRE   CAME   TO   THE   MOUNTAINEERS      ^ 

from  the  north  had  followed  their 
king  into  this  country.  The  whole 
land  was  full  of  bears  and  wolves 
and  giant  foxes ;  and  people  — 
mountaineer  people  —  died  of 
hunger  in  their  caves  because  the 
men  were  afraid  to  go  out  and 
hunt.  It  was  not  safe  for  a  war- 
rior to  so  much  as  show  his  nose 
outside  of  his  hiding-place.  If 
things  had  gone  on  in  that  way 
for  another  moon,  I  think  the 
whole  tribe  of  mankind  in  this 
country  would  have  starved  or 
been  killed  —  and  if  that  had  hap- 
pened you  and  I  would  not  be 
sitting  here  to-night." 

"  Where  would  we  be  sitting  ?  " 
asked  Flying  Plover. 

"  We  would  not  be  sitting  any- 
where.    We   would    never   have 

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old 


been    born,"    replied    th( 
woman. 

"Why  not?"   asked    the    little 

boy. 

But  Squat-by-the-fire  knew  that 
if  she  answered  any  more  of  his 
questions  he  would  keep  her  busy 
all  night.  So  she  hastened  on 
with  her  story. 

"There  was  a  young  man 
named  Porcupine  Killer,"  she  con- 
tinued. "He  had  once  killed  a 
porcupine  with  only  a  flint  knife 
for  a  weapon  —  and  porcupines 
in  those  days  were  larger  than 
bears  are  now.  That  is  how  he 
got  his  name.  But  the  porcupine 
had  been  eaten  years  ago,  and  now 
he  was  not  able  to  go  out  and  kill 
even   a   mouse.      You   need   not 

laugh  at  that,  for  mice  were  then 

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1 


as  big  as  beavers  are  now  —  and 
just  as  good  eating,  too.  He  knew 
that  if  he  went  ten  yards  from  the 
narrow  mouth  of  his  cave  some 
great  animal  would  leap  upon 
him.  He  had  a  wife  and  little 
baby ;  and  all  the  three  had  eaten 
for  two  days  was  part  of  a  fish 
that  a  hawk  had  accidentally 
dropped  in  front  of  the  cave  as 
it  flew  over,  chased  by  an  eagle. 
He  could  not  think  of  anything 
to  do.  When  night  fell  he  would 
creep  out  and  feel  about  for  some 
bones.  With  so  many  great  an- 
imals killing  and  feeding  on  all 
sides  there  would  surely  be  plenty 
of  fresh  bones  lying  around.  He 
had  seen  a  pack  of  great  wolves 
chasing  a  giant  caribou  along  the 
valley  below   his   cave   early  that 

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morning.  If  he  could  find  the 
bones  of  that  caribou  he  would 
be  lucky.  Th<  marrow  in  one 
of  those  boaes  would  supply 
them  with  many  meals.  But  as 
hj  had  to  wait  until  nigh:  to 
begin  his  hunt  und  haa  nothm^ 
to  do  in  the  meantime,  he  la) 
down  on  a  bed  of  dry  leaves  ii\d 
fell  asleep. 

"  A  wonderful  dre  m    came    lo 
Porcupine    Killer    while    he     lay 
asleep  in  his  dark  cave,  wit     his 
belt   drawn    tight    arour  d    h 
stomach  because    o^    the    hungr\ 
pain.     Some  go  d  spirit  must  have 
come  and  whis,  ere^'    thr^    d  earn 
into  his  brain,  ^or  in  't  th  Te  was 
hardly  one  thing  like    u    thing    x 
had  ever  seen;  ^nd  yet  it  was 
just  as  if  he  look  td  d(  wn  at  some- 

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1 


thing  that  w  is   really    happening, 
lie  saw  a  pla^e  of  flat,  white  sand 
(at  first  he  thougnt  it  was  snow,  for 
there  i^  no  :  and  so  white  in  this 
coi  itr")  with  the  sea  at  one  edge 
^f  it  ^reen  as  leaves  in  Spring  and 
blii    IS  th^  sky,  ai   -  strange-looking 
r-       an     bushes  along  the  other 
Riu     C      the  sand,  mid-way  be- 
tween the  trees  and  the  edge  of  the 
beautiful  sea,  stc  )d  a  man.     Por- 
cupine Killer  h      never  before  seen 
such  a   queer-^      '^'ng   man.     His 
skin,  all  over  his         and  body,  was 
as  dark  as  the  r        of  this  lodge 
where  the  smoke  has   painted   it. 
He  was  naked  as  a  trout.     At  his 
feet  lay  a  bunch  of  dry  grass  and  a 
heap  of  litde  sticks.     In  his  hands 
he  held  something  that  looked  like 
a  very  short  bow  with  a  doubled, 


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twisted  cord  made  of  some  kind  of 
vine,  and  a  piece  of  dry,  flat  wood 
He  sat  down  on  the  sand,  crossed 
his  legs,  crumbled  a  little  of  the 
dry  grass  between  his  hands  and 
placed    the   powder   close    beside 
him,  on  the  sand.     Then,  holding 
the  flat  piece  of  wood  firm  between 
his   knees  with  his  left  hand    he 
placed  the  cord  of  the  bow  in  a 
notch  across  it  and  began  to  draw 
it  swiftly  back  and  forth,  back  and 
forth,   quick    as    lightning.     The 
spirit  of  Porcupine  Killer  (for  it 
did  not  seem  to  him  that  his  body 
was  in  the  dream  at  all)  bent  close 
above  the  queer-looking  black  man, 
eager  to  find  out  what  he  was  try- 
mg  to  do.     The  stranger  worked 
and  worked,  his  hand  flying  back 
and    forth   so    fast   that   it   could 


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I      FIRE   CAME   TO   THE    MOUNTAINEERS      }^ 

scarcely  be  seen.     The  sweat  stood 
out   on   his   black  skin.     Soon  a 
faint,  blue  mist  crept  up  from  the 
notch  in  the  slab  of  dry  wood  —  or 
was  it   from    the   flying    cord   of 
twisted  vine?     It  floated   up  and 
melted   in    the  sunlight;    then    it 
floated    up  again;    and    again    it 
melted     to     nothing.      Porcupine 
Killer  could  make  no  sense   out 
of  it;  but  he  liked  the  look  of  the 
tlry,  blue  mist.     The  worker  now 
clutched  the  wood    tight  between 
his  knees,  keeping  his  right  hand 
still  speeding  with    the  bow,  and 
with  the  fingers  of   his  left  hand 
took   up  a    pinch    of    the  grass- 
powder  and  sprinkled  it  where  the 
cord  of  vine  flew  along  the  notch. 
Now  the  blue  mist  arose  in  a  little 
cloud,  and  climbed  high  above  the 

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1 


worker's  head  before  it  melted 
It  had  a  smell — a  smell  that 
seemed  very  good  to  the  spirit  of 
Porcupine  Killer.  His  nose  had 
never  met  with  anything  like  it 
before,  and  yet  it  awoke  a  strange 
craving  within  him,  and  seemed  to 
speak  of  comfort  and  safety. 

"  Still  the  strange  man  went  on 
with  his  strange  work,  driving  the 
bow  back  and  forth  with  his  right 
hand  and  sprinkling  a  l;ttle  of  the 
powder  of  dry  grass  vifh  his  left. 
Suddenly  the  mist  puffed  white 
and  thick,  and  in  a  moment  faded 
to  something  so  faint  that  it  had 
no  color  at  all,  and  yet  seemed  to 
waver  upward  and  melt  away, 
even  as  the  mist  had  fl  ;  *-ed  and 
melted  —  and,  in  the  sar:  instant, 
a  living  thing,  yellow  and  bright 


^^ 


jl     FIRE   CAME  TO  THE   MOUNTAINEERS      ^ 

and  no  bigger  than  a  baby's  finger, 
moved  on  the  flat  piece  of  wood. 

"It  was  Hke  a  bright,  strange 
bird.  It  was  like  a  beautiful 
flower  that  bursts  suddenly  into 
bloom  and  life  from  a  husk  of 
bray  seed.  It  was  like  magic! — 
like  the  eye  of  a  god!  —  like  the 
secret  of  life!  At  least  so  it 
seemed  to  Porcupine  Killer. 
Nothing  before,  except  the  feel- 
ings of  love  and  courage,  had  ever 
awakened  so  much  joy  in  him. 

" '  What  is  it  ?  Give  it  to  me,' 
he  cried;  but  his  spirit  had  no 
voice,  and  the  man  on  the  sand 
did  not  so  much  as  turn  his  head. 
He  was  still  busy  with  the  magic 
thing  that  had  so  suddenly  come 
to  his  hand.  Now  he  ceased  the 
movement  of   the  bow  ind  let  it 

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fall  on  the  sand,  where  it  lay  un- 
heeded, with  a  faint  mist  arising 
from  the  cord  of  twisted  vine. 
He  fed  the  yellow,  living  thing 
with  leaves  of  the  dry  grass,  and 
it  grew  and  leapt  under  his  hand. 
Suddenly  he  turned  to  the  little 
bunch  of  dry  grass  at  his  elbow — 
and,  quick  as  thought,  every  fiber 
of  it  had  blossomed  to  red  and 
yellow.  Now,  from  the  heap  of 
twigs  and  sticks,  he  fed  that  won- 
derful, leaping  thing  that  had 
flashed  into  life  but  a  few  mo- 
ments before,  no  larger  than  a 
baby's  finger,  and  that  now  cov- 
ered a  space  on  the  sand  as  wide 
and  long  as  a  snow-shoe  track." 

"What  was  it?"  asked  little 
Flying  Plover,  in  an  awed  whisper. 

"It   was   fire  —  fire   like   that," 


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replied  the  old  medicine-woman, 
pointing  at  the  glowing  coals  and 
leaping  flames  within  the  circle  of 
stones  in  the  center  of  the  floor. 
For  a  moment  the  child  looked 
puzzled,  and  glanced  at  his  grand- 
mother to  see  if  she  were  laughing 
at  him.  Then  he  nodded  his 
head. 

"  Yes,  the  fire  is  alive,"  he  said ; 
"but  why  did  the  queer,  black 
man  rub  the  bow  across  the  flat 
piece  of  wood  ?  " 

"There  were  no  matches  in 
those  days  such  as  the  traders 
sell  now,"  replied  the  old  woman. 
"And  fire  could  not  be  struck 
out  of  the  flint  as  it  was  when  I 
was  young,  because  there  was  no 
steel  with  which  to  strike  the  flint. 
All  these  things  that  I  am  telling 

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you  happened  a  very  long  time  ago, 
little  son  of  a  chief." 

Again    Flying    Plover    nodded 

his   head. 

"  And  then  what  did  the  queer 
man  on  the  sand  do  when  his  fire 
was  burning  so  well  ?  "  he  asked. 

"  I  do  not  know  what  he  did," 
replied  Squat-by-the-fire,  "  for  just 
when  the  sticks  were  crackling  and 
the  flames  leaping  high  as  the 
flames  of  our  own  fire,  the  spirit 
of  Porcupine  Killer  flew  back  to 
his  body  and  poor  Porcupine 
Killer  opened  his  eyes  and  found 
himself  lying  on  the  bed  of  leaves 
in  his  dark,  narrow  cave.  And 
the  hungry-pain  gnawed  him  again, 
and  he  heard  his  wife  crying  be- 
side him  as  she  rocked  the  little 

baby  in  her  arms.     But  there  was 

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1 


a  lightness  in  his  heart  that  had 
not  been  there  when  he  fell  asleep, 
and  his  dream  \  as  clear  as  a 
picture  in  his  mimi.  He  got  up 
quickly  from  his  bed  of  leaves  and 
dty  moss,  and  crawled  to  the  back 
of  the  cave  where  some  of  his 
bows  and  spears  were  stored, 
along  with  several  pieces  of  sea- 
soned wood  for  the  making  of 
arrows.  Without  telling  the 
woman  a  word  of  his  wonderful 
dream,  he  broke  one  of  his  bo  vs 
in  two  pieces.  But  the  string  of 
caribou  sinew  was  not  what  he 
wanted.  He  felt  about  in  the 
dark,  and  soon  found  some  strands 
of  tough  hemlock  root  which  he 
had  once  used  for  snares.  Find- 
ing three  strands  of  a  length,  he 
plated   them    together    into   one 

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thick,  tough  cord  —  and  with  this 
he  strung  a  piece  of  the  broken 
bow. 

"'What  are  you  doing?*  asked 

his  wife. 

" '  Perhaps  you  shall  soon  see. 
Have  patience,'  he  replied.  The 
poor  woman  thought  that  hunger 
and  despair  had  weakened  his 
mind.  But  she  stopped  her  weep- 
ing and  drew  near  to  him,  the  better 
to  see  what  he  was  about.  Hav- 
ing fixed  a  short  bow  to  suit  him, 
he  broke  across  his  knee  many  of 
the  sticks  and  slabs  of  seasoned 
wood,  from  which  he  had  intended 
to  make  such  fine  arrows.  Across 
the  flat  side  of  one  of  these  pieces 
he  scraped  a  saallow  groove  with  his 
stone  knife.     When  that  was  done, 

he  collected  ten  handfuls  of   dry 

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i      FIRE  CAME  TO  THE  MOUNTAINEERS      ^ 

moss  and  grass  from  his  bed. 
Some  of  this  he  powdered  between 
his  hands,  as  he  had  seen  the 
strange,  naked  man  do  in  his  dream. 
Then,  when  all  was  ready,  he  sat 
on  the  cold  floor  of  the  cave  and 
began  to  draw  the  cord  of  the  bow 
swiftly  back  and  forth  across  the 
flat  piece  of  wood,  just  as  the  black 
man  had  done.  He  worked  and 
worked  —  and  at  last  his  nose 
caught  the  smell  of  the  blue  mist, 
though  he  could  not  see  the  mist 
because  of  the  darkness  of  the  cave. 
But  he  saw  beautiful,  bright  sparks 
darting  along  the  groove  in  the 
wood.  By  that  time,  his  right  arm 
ached  as  if  it  had  been  twisted 
and  beaten  with  a  club;  but  he 
kept  the  bow  flying,  and  began  to 
sprinkle  the  powdered  grass  with 

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his  left  hand.  Then  (as  he  had 
seen  in  his  dream)  the  small  crea- 
ture of  magic  life  —  the  bright, 
yellow  thing  that  ate  the  powdered 
grass  and  sprang  upward  for  more 
—  flashed  into  being  on  the  slab 
of  wood  between  his  knees.  The 
squaw  uttered  a  low  cry  of  wonder ; 
but  Porcupine  Killer  said  not  a 
word.  He  fed  dry  moss  and  grass 
to  the  wonderful  thing — and  it 
grew,  and  flashed  with  a  redder 
color.  Then,  doing  what  he  had 
seen  the  naked,  black  man  do,  he 
slipped  it  from  the  wood  to  the 
heap  of  dry  stuff  at  his  side.  The 
bright  tongues  leapt  upward,  throw- 
ing a  beautiful  light  into  every 
corner  of  the  cave.  The  mist, 
which  seemed  to  be  its  breath, 
streamed  along  the  top  of  the  cave 


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and  floated  out  through  a  hole  in 
the  rocky  roof.  The  man  heaped 
fragments  of  seasoned  wood  upon 
it,  one  by  one.  Then  he  felt  the 
heat  on  his  face  and  hands,  and 
all  through  the  chilly  cave,  like 
summer. 

"'Come  close,'  he  said  to  the 
woman.  'It  is  warm  as  the  sun 
when  the  willows  have  their  leaves 
and  the  yellow  butterflies  swarm 
on  the  sand  by  the  riven' 

"  •  What  is  it  ?  What  is  this 
strange  thing  that  you  have  made 
with  your  hands  ? '  whispered  the 
woman. 

'"Nay,  I  did  not  make  it.  It 
is  the  gift  of  some  kind  god,  be- 
stowed on  me  while  I  dreamed,' 
replied  Porcupine  Killer.  *  Come 
close,  and  feel  the  comfort  of  it. 

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Do  not  fear  it,  for  I  am  sure  it  is 
good.  If  it  is  not  good,  then  why 
does  the  sight  of  it  awaken  joy  in 
my  heart?' 

"The  woman  drew  near,  with 
her  baby  in  her  arms;  and  now, 
for  the  first  time  in  her  life,  she 
felt  the  warmth  of  fire. 

"*It  is  like  the  sun  in  the 
spring  time,'  she  said.  *  It  melts 
the  chill  of  the  frost  out  of  my 
bones,  and  gladdens  my  ey^s.' 

"  But  Porcupine  Killer  did  not 
answer,  for  he  was  busy  feeding 
the  new  fire  v/ith  all  the  wood  he 
could  find  in  the  cave;  and,  of 
course,  the  fire  grew  and  grew, 
and  sent  showers  of  sparks  flying 
along  the  roof. 

"'It  grows  too  fast,'  cried  the 
woman.     'You    feed    it   with  too 


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much  dry  wood.  It  may  eat  up 
the  stone  walls  of  the  cave,  if  it 
grows  any  larger.' 

"Just  then,  a  spark  dropped  on 
the  bed  of  grass  and  moss  and 
leaves  and,  in  a  moment,  a  little 
flame  began  leaping  here  and 
there.  But  Porcupine  Killer,  who 
had  a  bright  mind,  saw  the  danger. 
He  snatched  up  the  burning  stuff 
in  his  hands  and  threw  it  upon  the 
\'>]z  fire.  The  little  flame  touched 
^''s  fingers.  He  cried  out,  with 
pain  and  surprise. 

"'What  is  tiv*  matter?'  asked 
the  woman. 

"'The  magic  thing  stung  me,* 
replied  Porcupine  Killer." 

The  old  medicine  woman  ceased 

her  talk  and  lit  the  tobacco  in  her 

pipe  with  a  brand  from  the  fire. 

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Flying  Plover  waited  politely  until 

he  saw,  by  the  clouds  of  tobacco 

smoke,    that   the   pipe   was   well 

alight.     Then,  as  his  grandmother 

seemed  to  have  forgotten  to  go  on 

with  the  story,  he  said,  "  I  wonder 

if  that  was  truly  the  way  fire  first 

came  to  our  tribe?" 

Squat-by-the-fire  glanced  at  him 

quickly,   but    never   said   a   word 

She  knew  that  the  little  boy  was 

trying  to  get  her  to  go  on  with  the 

story  —  and  that  was  what  she  had 

not  the  slightest  intention  of  doing. 

If  she  went  on  telling  him  stories 

as  long  as  he  would  listen,  neither 

of  them  would  ever  get  any  sleep, 

and  her  brain  would  become  quite 

dry   and    brittle    from    too   much 

inventing. 

"  I  think  Porcupine  Killer  must 

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have  been  sorry  that  he  did  not 
have  anything  to  cook  at  his  fine, 
new  fire,"  remarked  the  little  boy. 

The  old  woman  was  just  going 
to  tell  him  that  people  did  not 
know  anything  about  cooking  in 
those  days — but  she  didn't.  Fly- 
ing Plover  was  clever ;  but  so  was 
she.  Instead  of  saying  the  words 
that  so  nearly  slipped  from  her 
tongue,  she  gave  a  raspy  little 
cough.  Then,  in  a  faint  whisper, 
she  said,  "  My  throat  is  so  sore 
from  talking  so  much,  that  I  fear 
all  the  skin  is  worn  off  the  inside 
of  it." 

That  seemed  a  very  strange  and 
interesting  thing  to  Flying  Plover. 

"Oh,  let  me  see  it,"  he  cried. 
"  How  long  will  it  take  to  grov; 
on  again  ? " 

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His  grandmother  almost  lost 
her  temper  at  that.  Anyway,  she 
soon  had  him  snug  in  bed;  and 
it  was  not  long  before  he  was 
sound  asleep. 


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HOW  PORCUPINE  KILLER  LEARNED  STILL 
MORE  ABOUT  THE  WONDERFUL  FIRE 

During  the  night  snow  began  to 
fall.  In  the  morning  the  sky  was 
still  gray  with  it;  and  all  day  it 
continued  to  weave  its  gray  cur- 
tains in  the  windless  air.  So  little 
Fying  Plover  stayed  indoors  most 
of  the  day,  cutting  and  gouging 
at  the  block  of  wood  which  he 
hopefully  believed  would  soon 
resemble  a  caribou,  and  watching 
old  Squat-by-the-flre  at  her  medi- 
cine-work. The  old  woman  did 
not  talk  much  while  she  was  mix- 
ing and  attending   to  the  pots  of 

steeping  herbs;   but  by  mid-after- 

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noon  she  was  read}  to  go  on  with 
the  telling  of  her  story.  Her  voice 
sounded  quite  natural  again,  and 
the  little  boy  wondered  that  the 
skin  had  grown  on  it  so  quickly. 
But  he  said  nothing  about  his 
wonderment,  for  he  did  not  want 
to  divert  her  from  the  story. 

"When  Porcupine  Killer  felt 
the  burn  of  the  fire  on  his  hand 
he  was  frightened  at  first,"  said 
the  old  woman,  "but  he  soon 
recovered  from  his  fright,  and 
began  to  study  the  blazing  sticks 
and  red  coals  very  attentively. 
He  held  out  his  hand,  feeling  the 
pleasant  warmth.  He  advanced 
it  closer  and  closer  to  the  flames, 
noticing  that  the  warmth  increased 
and  still  increased  the  nearer  he 
went,  until  at  last  it  hurt.     Then 

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he  touched  a  red  coal  with  his 
finger  —  and  that  made  him  hop. 
He  sucked  his  finger,  and  thought 
very  hard.  *  It  stings  when  you 
touch  it,'  he  said,  *  but  if  you  do 
not  touch  it,  it  gives  you  warmth, 
like  the  sun  in  summer.  If  I  take 
a  stick  in  my  hand,  at  the  end 
where  this  wonder-creature  is  not 
eating,  and  thrust  it  against  my 
enemy,  then,  without  hurting  me, 
it  will  sting  my  enemy.' 

"  '  Yes,'  said  the  squaw.  *  But 
look,  it  has  eaten  nearly  all  the 
wood,  and  is  falling  smaller  and 
smaller,  like  a  snowdrift  in  May,' 
she  added. 

"  Porcupine   Killer  thought  of 

a  dry,  dead  spruce   tree  that  lay 

near  the  mouth    of   his  cave,  flat 

along   the   ground  where  a  great 

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wind  had  thrown  it  a  year  before. 
But  he  was  afraid  to  go  out,  un- 
protected, to  break  branches  from 
this  tree  and  drag  them  back  to 
the  cave.  It  was  not  yet  night, 
and  the  giant  beasts  would  be 
waiting  for  him.  He  saw  one 
long  stick  in  the  fire  that  was 
burning  for  only  half  its  length 
and,  heeding  a  voice  within  him 
that  told  him  to  trust  in  the  new 
gift  of  the  gods,  he  took  up  the 
stick  by  the  un scorched  end, 
crawled  through  the  mouth  of  the 
cave,  and  ran  to  the  fallen  tree. 
As  he  ran  —  'twas  only  the  dis- 
tance of  a  dozen  strides  —  he 
waved  the  long  stick  around  his 
head.  It  was  twined  'round  with 
red  and  yellow  flames,  and  smoke 
and  sparks  flew  upward   from  it 


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He  saw  two  great  wolves  spring 
out  of  the  forest  on  his  left,  glare 
at  him  with  glowing  eyes  and 
gaping  jaws,  turn  and  flee  back 
into  the  forest.  He  saw  a  fox 
(as  big  as  a  wolf  of  to-day)  slink 
out  of  his  path.  Then  he  knew 
that  this  new  and  wonderful  thing 
was  as  surely  a  terror  to  the  beasts 
as  it  was  a  joy  to  him.  They  did 
not  even  wait  for  its  sting.  They 
fled,  like  hunted  hares,  at  the  sight 
of  it!  And.  he  knew  that  this 
terror  of  it  must  have  been  born 
in  the  wolves  and  foxes  even  as 
the  joy  in  it,  and  love  of  it,  had 
been  born  in  him.  He  leaned  the 
burning  stick  against  the  trunk  of 
the  fallen  tree  and  quickly  tore  off 
an  armful  of  the  dry  branches. 
Leaving  the  flaming  stick  behind 

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ran  back  to  the  cave 
and  quickly  replenished  the  fire. 
A^ain  he  returned  to  the  tree  and 
loaded  his  arms.  Three  times  he 
made  the  short  journey,  swiftly,  but 
without  much  fear  of  the  beasts. 
He  knew  that  many  fierce  animals 
were  watching  him ;  but  his  faith 
in  their  terror  o^  the  burning  stick 
was  great.  When  he  crawled  from 
the  cave  to  get  the  fourth  load  of 
wood,  a  wonderful  sight  met  his 
eyes.  The  flames  from  the  stick 
had  leapt  into  the  dry  branches  of 
the  tree  and  cloaked  them  in  red 
and  yellow.  Swiftly  it  leapt  from 
branch  to  branch  until,  in  a  twink- 
ling, the  tree  was  blazing  along  its 
whole  length,  from  roots  to  crown. 
It  made  a  loud  crackling  noise  and 
a  roaring;  like  the  voices  of  wind 

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and   water.      Smoke   and   sparks 
flew  upward  in  clouds. 

"  For  a  few  minutes  Porcupine 
Killer  stood  just  outside  the 
mouth  of  his  cave  and  gazed  at 
the  wonderful  sight  with  awe. 
The  first  thin  darkness  was  creep- 
ing over  the  world,  and  in  the 
gloom  the  flames  and  sparks  and 
smoke  made  a  terrible  picture  for 
eyes  that  had  never  seen  such  a 
thing  before.  But  the  little  chill 
of  fear  quickly  left  his  heart  as 
soon  as  he  began  to  reason  with 
his  brain.  This  creature  —  one 
moment  so  small,  and  suddenly  so 
great  —  was  his  friend  and  the 
friend  of  all  mankind.  It  was  a 
wonderful  gift  that  had  been  given 
to  him  in  a  beautiful  dream.  So 
he  ran  forward  and  stood  as  close 


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to  the  fire  as  he  could.     The  heat 
of   it   was   very    great  —  and   the 
roaring  of   the   flames   and   the 
crackHng  of    the   dry   wood   was 
loud  in  his  ears.     He  knew  that 
many  eyes  must   now  be  staring 
at   the  great   sight   in   fear  and 
astonishment  and  wonder — eyes 
of  his  fierce  enemies  and  eyes  of 
his  hunted,  starving  people.    Many 
caves  were  in  the  same  rocky  hill- 
side as  his  own.     With  his  back 
to  the  noise  and  the  leaping  flames, 
he  stood  tall  and  brave  against  the 
terrible  red    light   and  waved  his 
arms  high  above  his  head. 

Come  to  me,  my  people ! '  he 
cried,  with  all  the  strength  of  his 
voice.  *Come  to  me,  and  this 
magic  thing  will  protect  you  from 
your  enemies.' 

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"  Broken  Arrow  was  the  first  to 
find  courage  to  leave  his  cave  and 
draw   near   to   the  fire.     He  was 
closely  followed  by  Winter  Morn- 
ing, the  chief.     Porcupine   Killer 
told  them  in  a  few  words  of  his 
dream  and  how  he  had  made  the 
fire  in  his  cave ;  of  its  comforting 
warmth  ;  of  its  sting ;  and  how  the 
animals   feared   the   sight   of   it. 
Soon  a  dozen  men  and  boys  stood 
near  the  blazing  tree. 

Now  is  the  time  to  hunt  for 
food;  said  Porcupine  Killer.  'Do 
not  go  beyond  the  edge  of  the  red 
light' 

"They  found  the  body  of  a 
huge  caribou,  freshly  killed  by 
the  wolves  and  but  half  eaten. 
They  cut  the  flesh  from  it  with 
their  stone  knives  and  axes,  and 

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carried  it  to  their  caves.  Porcu- 
pine Killer  worked  with  the 
others  and  carried  two  great  lumps 
of  meat  to  his  cave ;  but  he  kept 
his  eye  on  the  burning  tree.  He 
soon  noticed  that  it  was  quickly 
lessening  in  size  and  heat.  All 
the  branches  were  gone  and  the 
great  trunk  alone  glowed  on  the 
rocky  ground.  Flames  and  sparks 
still  shot  up  from  it  in  places,  and 
here  and  there  it  had  crumbled  to 
masses  of  red  coals.  Dark  night 
had  fallen  by  now,  and  the  light 
from  the  fire  was  drawing  in,  nar- 
rower and  narrower,  every  minute. 
By  the  failing  glow  of  it,  Porcu- 
pine-Killer gathered  a  great  many 
pieces  of  wood-roots  and  fallen 
branches  and  stumps,  and  heaped 
them  close  beside  the  mouth  of  his 

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cave.  He  told  Broken  Arrow 
(who  was  a  clever  young  warrir^'^ 
and  old  Winter  Morning,  the  chief, 
how  fire  could  be  kept  inside  one's 
cave  and  fed  with  sticks ;  and  he 
lighted  two  long  branches  at  the 
glowing  coals  and  gave  one  into  the 
hands  of  each.  Many  of  the  other 
men,  seeing  this  and  hearing  Por- 
cupine Killer's  words,  lit  sticks  for 
themselves  and  ran  back  to  their 
caves,  waving  them  in  the  air. 

"  It  was  quite  dark,  and  the  great 
beasts  were  roaring  and  howling 
and  barking  on  all  sides,  when  the 
first  man  who  had  ever  made  fire 
in  this  part  of  the  world  returned 
to  his  cave. 

"He  found  the  fire  burning  very 
low,  — just  a  bed  of  coals,  —  for  the 
woman  was  afraid  to  feed  it  with 

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Sticks.  He  soon  had  it  blazing 
brightly ;  and  then,  sitting  very 
close  to  it,  he  began  to  cut  one  of 
the  big  lumps  of  caribou  meat  into 
small  pieces,  so  that  he  and  his 
wife  might  eat  after  their  long 
hunger.  One  of  the  pieces  fell 
close  to  the  red  coals  at  the  edge 
of  the  fire.  He  did  not  notice  it, 
but  soon  he  began  to  sniff  and  look 
about  on  every  side. 

"  '  What  is  that  queer  smell  ? '  he 
asked.  *  It  is  a  smell  that  in- 
creases my  hunger.  What  new 
thing  have  you  in  the  cave?* 

"  The  squaw  told  him  that  there 
was  nothing  new  in  the  cave  except 
the  iire  and  the  caribou  meat.  But 
she,  too,  noticed  the  smell  and  be- 
gan to  sniff  and  sniff.  Her  hus- 
band (who   had   not  the  baby  to 

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hold)  was  so  attracted  by  the 
strange  smell  that  he  laid  aside  the 
flint  knife  and  the  big  lump  of  meat 
and  went  sniffing  around  the  cave, 
as  a  hungry  dog  sniffs  around  the 
outside  of  a  store-house.  But  he 
was  soon  back  at  the  fire  again, 
where  the  smell  was  much  stronger 
than  anywhere  else;  and  then  he 
happened  to  see  the  small  piece  of 
meat  that  had  fallen  close  to  the 
red  coals.  Its  color  had  changed. 
It  was  red  no  longer,  but  brown  as 
a  ripe  nut ;  and  from  it  floated  up 
the  smell  that  made  him  feel  even 
more  hungry  than  he  had  felt 
before.  He  touched  it  with  his 
finger.  It  was  very  hot,  so  of 
course  he  stuck  his  finger  in  his 
mouth.  Hah,  but  it  tasted  good  ! 
He  had  never  really  liked  the  taste 


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of  flesh    before,    but  had   always 
eaten  it  quickly,  in  big  mouthfuls, 
simply  to  fill  his  stomach ;  but  this 
piece,  that  had  been  turned  from 
red  to  brown  by  the  fire,  had  a  taste 
to  it  that  made  him  think  of  eating 
with  joy.     With  a  small  stick  he 
dre.v  it  away  from  the  hot  coals, 
and  soon  the  sling  of  the  fire  went 
out  of  it  and  he  could  hold   it  in 
his  hands  without  feeling  any  pain. 
He  cut  it  in  two  with  his  flint  knife 
and  gave  one  half  to  his  wife.    And 
they  w^-^  *:he  first  people   to  eat 
roaster  jou   meat  that  I  ever 

heard  oi  :  They  liked  it  so  well 
that  they  cut  many  more  slices  and 
placed  them  close  to  the  red  coals 
of  the  fire ;  and  the  good,  hunger- 
making  smell   floated   out  of   the 

cave  and  set  all  sorts  of  animals  to 

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sniffing  and  howling.  They  Hked 
the  strange  smell,  too  (though  they 
never  learned  to  like  it  as  well  as 
the  smell  of  raw  meat) ;  but  they 
were  afraid  to  go  near  the  cave  in  the 
rocky  hill-side  from  which  the  smell 
came,  for  out  of  that  same  cave 
shone  the  red  glare  of  that  terrible 
thing  which  had  eaten  up  the  dead 
spruce  tree.  They  saw  the  same 
red  glare  at  the  mouths  of  other 
caves  and  what  was  left  of  the 
spruce  tree  still  glowing  angrily  in 
the  dark;  so  they  crouched  in 
a    great    circle    and    howled  and 

roared." 

Old  Squat-by-the-fire  stopped 
her  talk  suddenly,  and  began  cut- 
ting tobacco  for  her  pipe.  Little 
Flying  Plover  sat  very  still,  gazing 
into  the   fire.     He   could    see    .11 

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sorts  of  queer  things  under  the 
dancing  flames,  deep  among  the 
red  coals — lodges,  and  hunters 
running  beside  dog-sledges,  and 
warriors  fighting  mighty  battles. 

"  Why  were  the  animals  afraid 
of  the  fire  ? "  he  asked. 

"It  was  their  nature  to  fear  it," 
replied  his  grandmother. 

"Why  didn't  it  frighten  the 
men,  too  ?  "  asked  the  boy. 

Squat-by-the-fire  wrinkled  her 
forehead  and  puffed  hard  at  her 
pipe,  but  did  not  answer.  Flying 
Plover  waited  for  a  minute,  and 
then  asked,  "Are  animals  afraid 
of  fire  now  ? " 

His  grandmother  nodded  her 
head. 

"  But  dogs  are  not  afraid  of 
it.      Dogs  like  to  liv   by  the  fire. 


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all   day   and    all  night,"  said   the 
boy. 

"  Dogs  were  not  always  fond  of 
fire.  When  they  were  wild  —  be- 
fore they  had  been  tamed  by  man 
—  they  did  not  like  it  at  all,"  replied 
the  old  woman. 

She  puffed  very  fiercely  at  her 
pipe.  "  But  you  must  not  ask  me 
any  more  questions  now,"  she  said. 
"  I  must  boil  the  medicine  for  Red 
Cloud's  baby  again.  It  is  a  very 
great  medicine  and  has  to  be  boiled 
five  times,  in  all,  and  let  cool  after 
each  boiling.  So  you  must  not 
disturb  me,  litt  c  sor  of  ^  chief. 
Carve  at  your  caribou  ag.  n,  if  the 
snow  is  still  falling,  and  ?  will  ell 
you  another  story  to-nig  J  you 
are  a  good  boy.' 


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WHY    OLD    KIXC;    WALRUS    WENT    AWAY 
FROM   THE   MOUNTAINEERS'  COUNTRY 

Flying  Plover  was  a  good  boy. 
He  carved  at  the  stubborn  block 
of  wood  until  it  lookt  J  quite  un- 
like a  block  of  wood  and  had  four 
legs,  like  a  caribou.  Then  he  whit- 
tled away  at  two  arrows,  and 
mended  one  of  his  snowshoes. 
He  did  not  once  disturb  his  grand- 
mother at  her  medicine-making;  so 
after  the  evening  meal  the  old 
woman  said  that,  as  he  had  behaved 
himself  so  well  and  work  r,.  so 
busily,  she  would  tell  him  another 
story. 

"  I  want  to  know  why  all  the 

animals  are  smaller  now  than  they 

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used  to  be,"  said  the  boy.  "  I 
want  to  know  how  that  happened 
and  when  — and  who  did  it." 

"  Easy,  easy !"  cried  Squat-by-the- 
fire.  "  You  go  too  fast  with  your 
'want  * '  ;iow  this'  and  your  'want 
to  kn.w  that*  Stories  are  not 
told  by  the  answering  of  questions. 
You  will  hear  about  the  changing 
of  the  animals  later —  but  to-night 
I  am  going  to  tell  vou  why  old 
King  Walrus  went  back  to  his 
own  country." 

She  scratched  her  head,  and 
stared  very  hard  at  the  fire,  as  if 
she  found  a  good  deal  of  difficulty 
in  remembering  the  facts.  And 
that  is  not  to  be  wondered  at,  con- 
sidering how  long  ago  it  was  that 
Kmg  Walrus    went    away    from 

Labrador,   and  how   many   queer 

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things  had  happened  since  then. 
Litde  Flying  Plover  often  won- 
dered at  the  way  his  grandmother 
remembered  those  very  ancient  hap- 
penings, and  yet  sometimes  forgot 
little  things  that  he  could  remem- 
ber perfectly  clearly.  Well,  she 
scratched  her  head,  and  stared  at 
the  fire — and,  presently,  she 
remembered. 

"When  King  Walrus  heard 
about  the  strange  thing  in  front  of 
the  two-legged  people's  hillside," 
she  said,  "  he  floundered  to  the  top 
of  a  near-by  hummock  and  looked 
at  it  in  wonder  and  with  a  queer 
feeling  inside  him.  The  queer 
feeling  was  fear — and  King  Wal- 
rus had  never  felt  it  before.  He 
looked  at  the  leaping  flames  and 
wondered  if  the  sky  had   broken 


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and  the  red  sunset  had  fallen  on 
the    world.     He    looked    at    the 
smoke  which  poured  up  in  black 
clouds  and  white  clouds  and  blue 
clouds ;  and  he  thought  that  they, 
too,  had  fallen  from  the  sky  and 
were  now  hurrying  back  to  it.    And 
the  sparks  ?     Why,  the  stupid  old 
fellow  thought   those   were    stars. 
His  people — the  smaller  walruses 
and  bears  and  arctic  foxes  that  had 
followed  him  from  the  ice-fields  -- 
told  him  that  the  terrible  creature 
was  eating  a  tree  just  as  they  would 
eat   a   fresh  cod-fish.     They  told 
him  to  listen,  and  they  would  hear 
It  growling  and  cracking  the  dry 
wood  with  its  red  teeth.     The  old 
Walrus  listened,  and  sure  enough, 
he  heard  those  terrible  sounds.    So 
it  was  certainly  not  the  sky.     'I 

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this 


it    will    not    stay    in 
country,'  he  said.     *  Where  did  it 
come  from  ? ' 

"A  fox  said  'One  of  the  man- 
creatures  carried  it  out  to  the 
dead  tree  from  his  den.  It  was 
very  small  at  first  —  no  bigger 
than  my  tongue — and  danced  on 
the  end  of  a  long  stick.  But  it 
was  frightful  to  look  at,  even  then.' 

"'Why  did  you  not  jump  upon 
it,  and  kill  it,  when  it  was  so 
small?'  asked  old  King  Walrus. 
But  he  did  not  speak  in  his  usual 
loud  voice. 

" '  I    had  not  the  courage,*  said 
the  fox.    'And    I    saw  some   ani- 
who   are   much   larger   and 


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stronger  than   I  am,  turn  around 
and  run  away,  too,*  he  added. 
"Old    blubber-sides   could    not 


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think  of  anything  just  then  but 
the  roaring  fire  in  the  valley  below. 
Though  he  had  believed,  at  first, 
that  it  was  a  piece  of  the  red,  sun- 
set sky,  now  that  he  could  hear  it 
growling  and  biting  the  wood  with 
its  te(jth,  he  felt  sure  that  it  was 
some  terrible,  new  animal  that 
would  want  to  fight  him  as  soon  as 
it  had  finished  eating  the  tree.  But 
what  had  it  been  doing  in  the  den 
of  one  of  the  little,  miserable,  two- 
legged  men-folk?  He  lay  there 
on  the  hummock  and  stared  and 
stared,  expecting,  every  moment, 
to  see  it  move  toward  him. 

"Then  the  fox  who  had  spoken 
before  said,  *The  same  man  who 
put  it  in  the  branches  of  the  tree 
has  another  creature  of  the  same 

kind  in  his  den.     I  smelt  it  —  and 

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I  saw  its  breath  rising  through  a 
crack  in  the  rocks.' 

"  For  a  moment  King  Walrus 
turned  his  great  head  from  the 
direction  of  the  blazing  tree  and 
looked  at  the  fox.  *  Go  down  and 
examine  it  closely,  and  see  if  it  has 
any  legs,'  he  said.  For  a  few  sec- 
onds the  fox  did  not  know  what  to 
do  or  say,  and  felt  very  foolish. 
He  was  afraid  of  King  Walrus  — 
but  he  was  much  more  afraid  of 
the  awful,  new  thing  down  in  the 
valley.  But  his  wits  soon  came 
back  to  him.  He  told  the  walrus 
that,  of  course,  he  would  gladly 
obey  his  command ;  and  he  imme- 
diately started  off  at  a  brisk  trot 
toward  the  burning  tree.  He  kept 
on  in  that  direction  for  about  a 
hundred  yards,  and  then,  reaching 


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a  thicket  of  alders,  he  skipped  in 
among  the  twisted  stems,  changed 
his  course,  and  ran  for  fully  a  mile 
in  a  great  half-circle.  That  brought 
him  c  t  on  a  hilltop  at  a  safe  dis- 
tance from  both  the  fire  and  the 
wail  as,  and  yet  in  sight  of  both. 
Then  he  sat  down  comfortably  to 
see  what  would  happen. 

"  Well,  as  the  wood  burned  away, 
and  fell  to  coals  and  ashes,  the  great 
fire  in  the  valley  became  smaller 
and  smaller.  Night  grew  dark 
over  all  the  wilderness,  save  where 
the  sparks  broke  from  the  bursting 
timber  and  the  mouths  of  several 
of  the  men-folk's  cr.ves  shone  red 
with  the 

"'See, 
smaller,  every  minute,'  said  King 
Walrus  to  his  people.     It  is  but  a 


'''^'■le  fires  within, 
it     gets     smaller     and 


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poor  creature,  after  all,  and  will 
soon  be  dead.  It  is  nothing  but 
some  foolish  little  magic  of  the 
miserable  two-legged  people.' 

"Tnen  a  wolf  said,  *Yes,  it 
may  die,  but  I  think  it  has  cubs  in 
every  one  of  the  frightened  people's 
dens.  And  they  will  grow,  quick 
as  water  running  over  a  stone,  and 
tliey,  too,  may  have  many  cubs.' 

"At  last  the  flames  ceased  to 
dance  at  all  on  the  ashes  of  the 
dead  spruce  tree,  and  the  watching 
animals  could  see  only  a  few  red 
spots  here  and  there.  Hours  went 
by,  and  still  they  sat  on  every  hilltop 
overlooking  the  valley,  howling  and 
snarling  and  roaring,  and  staring 
with  their  wide,  yellow  eyes.  At 
last  they  could  see  no  sign  of  life  at 

all  in  the  fire.    Then  they  shouted, 

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one  to  another,  that  the  terrible 
creature  was  dead;  and  a  number 
of  the  bravest  of  them  —  three  wal- 
ruses, and  several  bears  and  wolves 
—  stole  down  to  see  what  kind  of 
a  dinner  the  body  would  make. 
That  is  what  they  were  always 
thinking  about  everything  —  how 
it  would  feel  in  their  stomachs. 

On  the  way  down  to  the  val- 
ley, a  bear  and  a  walrus  pushed 
against  each  other  and  immedi- 
ately began  to  fight  Soon  the 
smell  of  blood  was  strong  in  the 
air,  and  all  the  animals  that  had 
started  down  to  try  to  eat  the  dead 
body  of  the  fire  tried  to  eat  one 
another  instead.  Two  great  bears, 
with  their  claws  and  their  teeth 
deep  in  each  other's  hides,  went 
rolling  down  a  steep  side  of  a  hill 

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Straight  into  the  coals  and  ashes  of 
the  spruce  tree.  Of  course  the 
fire  was  not  dead  !  There  was  a 
great  bed  of  hot,  red  coals  under 
the  ashes.  Little  flames  sprang 
up  around  the  bodies  of  the  fight- 
ing bears,  and  began  to  eat  the  long, 
thick  coats  of  fur.  The  bears  felt 
the  awful  stings,  and  quickly  let  go 
of  each  other  and  scrambled  to 
their  feet.  Their  backs  and  sides 
were  smarting  and  their  noses  and 
paws  were  terribly  blistered.  They 
saw  the  red  and  yellow  coals  all 
about  them,  blinking  and  shining 
like  the  eyes  of  wicked  devils — and 
their  hearts  melted  with  fear. 
Away  they  ran,  howling  and  roar- 
ing, with  the  flames  leaping  high 
on  their  backs.  It  was  a  frightful 
sight.     The  animals  that  saw  it,  all 


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UK    WHY   OLD    F'TN(;  WALRUS  WKNT   AWAY     || 

dashed  away  to  their  dens,  fearing 
that  the  dreadful  red  creatures 
might  chase  them  and  spring  upon 
their  backs  as  they  had  sprung  upon 
the  backs  of  the  fighting  bears. 
Even  old  King  Walrus  went  heav- 
ing and  lumbering  away,  and  hid  be- 
tween two  hummocks  of  rock.  As 
for  the  unfortunate  bears  who  had 
r  'lied  into  the  fire,  they  ran  straight 
ahead,  without  caring  or  seeing  or 
thinking  where  they  were  running 
to.  They  were  blind  with  terror 
and  mad  with  pain.  They  ran  ana 
lan  until  at  last  one  of  them  fell 
into  Beaver  River  and  the  other 
into  Black  Fox  Pond.  Of  course 
the  water  killed  the  fire  on  their 
backs  and  sides,  but  for  a  long 
time  they  just  swam  around  and 
around  in  the  cold  water.     At  last, 

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though  they  still  smarted  and  ached 
all  over,  thr  y  knew  that  the  terrible 
creatures  had  gone  away  from 
them.  So  they  swam  ashore — one 
to  the  bank  of  the  river  and  one  to 
the  bank  of  the  pond  —  and  ran 
seaward  as  hard  as  they  could. 
All  they  thought  about  was  the 
quickest  way  of  getting  out  of  that 
terrible  country. 

"Now  it  happened  that  Porcu- 
pine Killer  and  the  other  men  of 
the  tribe  knew  nothing  about  the 
trouble  of  the  two  bears  and  the 
fright  which  all  the  other  animals 
had  received.  If  they  had  known 
they  would  have  felt  very  happy. 
They  had  heard  more  howls  and 
yells  and  roars  than  usual,  but  did 
not  know  what    the    trouble  was. 

When  Porcupine   Killer  awoke  he 

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fed  the  coals  of  his  fire  with  sticks 
of  dry  wood,  and  broiled  several 
slices  of  caribou  meat  for  breakfast. 
He  was  very  merry,  and  cculd  not 
help  singing  when  he  thought  of 
how  life  had  change^'  since  the 
morning  before.  ^^^  ne  and  his 
wife  and  baby,  and  ^arly  every  one 
in  the  tribe,  had  food  to  eat,  and  a 
warmth  like  sunlight  in  their  caves, 
and  a  friend  that  struck  terror  to 
the  hearts  of  the  fierce  animals. 
His  wife  awoke  at  the  noise  of  his 
song  (for  he  was  not  a  very  fine 
singer)  and  she,  too,  was  haf>py  as 
soon  as  the  fog  of  sleep  had  passed 
from  her  mind  and  she  remembered 
the  wonderful  thing  that  had  hap- 
pened. After  they  had  eaten,  Por- 
cupine Killer  s?M  'I  am  going 
out  to  frighten  tKeani*nah.  again — 


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and  to-day  they  shall  be  frightened 
more  than  they  were  yesterday. 
This  wonderful  thing  that  dances 
and  whispers  so  peacefully  on  the 
floor  of  our  cave  is  greater  than  all 
the  fangs  and  claws  and  tusks  of 
all  the  animals  in  the  world.  And 
it  is  my  friend  —  the  friend  of  the 
tribe.  I  shall  hunt  old  King 
Walrus  himself,  and  cause  him  to 
repent  of  the  evil  he  has  done.* 

"  The  woman  begged  him  not 
to  be  rash.  The  giant  animals 
had  ruled  the  country  so  long,  and 
hunted  men  as  men  hunt  hares  and 
foxes  now,  that  she  could  not  believe 
that  anything  was  stronger  than  the 
animals.  But  Porcupine  Killer  had 
no  fear,  since  he  had  seen  the 
power  of  the  fire.      He  looked  out 

of  the  mouth  of  the  cave,  and  saw 

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the  ashes  of  the  fire  lying  black 
and  gray  on  the  rocky  ground.  He 
looked  all  around  the  sides  of  the 
valley,  lying  quiet  in  the  brightness 
of  the  autumn  morning,  and  could 
not  see  so  much  as  a  skulking  fox. 
He  crawled  out  and  looked  to  the 
right  and  left,  at  the  holes  in  the 
rocky  hillside  where  so  many  of 
his  own  people  lived.  He  saw 
litde  wisps  of  smoke  rising  here 
and  there  from  among  the  boulders 
and  from  the  mouths  of  some  of 
the  caves.  He  shouted  for  the 
hidden  warriors  to  come  out. 
Winter  Morning,  the  chief,  and 
Broken  Arrow  were  the  first  to 
appear.  Porcupine  Killer  called 
to  them  that  he  was  going  on  a 
great  hunt,  and  that  they  should 
see  wonderful    things  happen  be- 

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fore  the  sun  had  reached  the  top 
of  the  sky. 

"  *  We  saw  many  wonders  yester- 
day, great  Magician,'  said  Winter 
Morning.  'What  new  wonders 
will  you  show  us  to-day?' 

"  *  I  am  not  a  magician,'  replied 
Porcupine  Killer,  who  was  an  hon- 
est young  man.  '  But  the  wonder 
you  shall  see  to-day  will  be  the 
hunting  of  the  fierce  animals  that 
have  hunted  us  since  the  beginning 
of  time.* 

"Six  warriors  joined  Porcupine 
Killer  in  front  of  his  cave.  They 
looked  at  every  hill  and  wood  and 
rock,  but  could  not  see  one  of  their 
enemies.  *  We  are  the  masters  of 
the  world,'  said  Porcupine  Killer. 
He  took  a  burning  stick  in  his 
hand,  from  his  own  fire,  and  led 


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I    WHY   OLD   KING  WALRUS  WENT   AWAY     ^ 

the  warriors  to  the  other  side  of 
the  little  valley.  They  passed  the 
long  heap  of  dead  ashes  and  coals, 
where  the  tree  had  burned  the  night 
before.  The  ashes  were  still 
warm,  and  deep  in  the  middle  of 
the  mass  a  few  coals  we!e  still  alive. 
At  the  far  side  of  the  valley  they 
threw  together  a  great  heap  of  dry 
bushes  and  moss  and  fallen  logs. 
To  this  Porcupine  Killer  set  a 
flame  from  the  torch  in  his  hand ; 
and  in  a  minute  it  was  crackling 
and  breathing  and  blazing,  and  lift- 
ing clouds  of  black  smoke  into  the 
air.  Then  each  warrio**  took  a 
blazing  stick  from  the  heap,  and 
again  Porcupine  Killer  led  them 
forward.  They  had  not  gone  far 
before  two  wolves  sprang  from  a 
grove  of  spruces  In  front  of  them 


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and  went  galloping  away.  At  that, 
the  warriors  shouted  and  laughed, 
and  waved  their  blazing  sticks.  It 
made  them  feel  great  and  brave  to 
see  the  very  same  beasts  that  were 
in  the  habit  of  hunting  them  turn 
tail  and  run  at  the  sight  of  them. 
Th-;y  went  up  to  the  top  of  the  hill 
and  there  built  another  fire  in  a 
rocky  place.  And  so  they  moved 
forward  over  hills  and  hummocks 
and  barrens,  and  through  patches 
of  dark  forest,  sending  all  manner 
of  animals  fleeing  before  them. 
Here  and  there  they  built  and  lit 
new  fires,  to  protect  their  home- 
ward trail;  but  Porcupine  Killer 
chose  the  places  for  these  fires  with 
great  care.  *  It  does  not  eat  rocks,' 
he  said.  So  all  the  fires  were 
made  on  rocky  places,  away  from 


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trees  and  bushes.  Porcupine  Killer 
had  a  thought  in  the  back  of  his 
head  that  it  would  not  be  wise  for 
all  the  forests  in  the  country  to  be 
devoured  by  this  wonderful  new 
creature. 

"  At  last  the  warriors  came  upon 
old  King  Walrus  himself,  lying 
sound  asleep  in  a  narrow  valley 
between  two  small  hills.  He  was 
all  alone,  for  his  followers  had  de- 
serted him  during  the  night.  Por- 
cupine Killer  made  a  sign  to  his 
companions  to  be  very  quiet.  Thry 
hid  along  the  ciest  of  one  of  the 
hills,  above  the  great,  round  back 
of  King  Walrus.  Then  Porcu- 
pine Killer  gathered  a  huge  arm- 
ful of  dry  moss  and  twigs,  set  it 
alight  with  his  torch,  and  threw  it 
down    upon    the    walrus's     back. 


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Then,  standing  on  a  high  rock  and 
waving  his  torch  so  that  the  smoke 
and  sparks  flew  thick  and  fast,  he 
shouted,  *Wake  up,  old  blubber- 
sides,  and  return  to  your  own 
country!  Wake  up  and  see  the 
Red  Spirit  sitting  on  your  back  ! ' 
"Through  his  heavy,  troubled 
dreams  old  King  Walrus  heard  the 
voice  and  felt  a  horrible  sting  in  his 
fat  back.  He  lifted  his  huge  head 
and  cast  one  glance  at  Porcupine 
Killer  and  the  flaming  stick.  He 
felt  the  teeth  of  the  terrible  red 
creature,  and  knew  that  it  had 
caught  him  in  his  sleep.  With  a 
bellow  of  terror  that  nearly  deaf- 
ened the  hidden  warriors,  he 
floundered  out  of  the  valley  and 
travelled   seaward  as   fast   as    he 

could  go." 

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I    WHY   OLD   KING  WALRUS  WENT   AWAY     |f 

Squat-by-the-fire  puffed  hard  at 
her  pipe,  and  stared  into  the  fire. 

"Did  he  get  home?"  asked 
Flying  Plover. 

"  Yes.  He  reached  the  sea,  and 
dashed  into  the  deep  water,  and 
swam  straight  home  to  his  lands  of 
ice  and  snow,"  replied  the  old 
womL  .. 

"And  what  did  Porcupine 
Killer  do?"  asked  the  little  boy. 

"He  went  home,  too,  and  cooked 
a  fine  caribou  steak  for  his  dinner." 

"Did  all  the  animals  run  out  of 
the  country  ?  " 

"No.  In  time  they  lost  some  of 
their  fear  of  the  fire.  But  they 
were  always  afraid  to  go  very  close 
to  it." 

"  When  were  the  animals  made 

as  small  as  they  are  now  ? " 

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"  That  belongs  to  another  story. 
If  I  tell  you  any  more  now,  my 
brain  will  split  and  the  skin  will 
come  off  my  throat  again,"  replied 
the  old  woman. 


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ANOTHER   STORY    OF    GLUSKAP  AND  HIS 

PEOPLE 

"  A  TIME  came  when  the  great  ani- 
mals  in    Gluskap's   own    country 
broke  the  good  rules  he  had  made 
for  them,"  began  old  Squat-by-the- 
fire.      "They    were    so    big    and 
strong,  and  had  become  so  accus- 
tomed to  seeing  Gluskap    in    the 
form  of  a  small  young  man,  that 
they  forgot  how  powerful  he  was. 
They  were   by  nature    fierce  and 
bloodthirsty,     though     they      had 
hidden  the  evil  deep  in  their  hearts 
for  many  years.     The  trouble  was 
started  by  a  great  wolf.     He  stuck 

his  head  into  a  man's  lodge  and 

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glared  at  the  man's  children  until 
they  all  began  to  cry  with  fright. 
Then  the  man  was  angry,  and 
struck  the  wolf  on  the  snout  with 
a  club.  At  that,  the  wolf  caught 
the  man  between  his  cruel  jaws 
and  killed  him.  The  taste  of  the 
human  blood  awoke  all  the  evil 
that  had  been  sleeping  for  so  long 
in  his  heart.  Then  he  ran  about 
the  country,  chasing  men  -^.nd 
women  and  ever}'^  animal  smaller 
or  weaker  than  himself,  and  killing 
many  of  them.  At  sight  of  that 
all  the  other  wolves  and  fierce  ani- 
mals felt  a  madness  in  their  brains, 
and  began  to  hunt  and  kill.  Glus- 
kap  left  his  lodge  at  the  noise  and 
looked  about  him  with  eyes  that 
could  see  for  the  distance  of  a  four 

days'   journey.     At  sight   of    the 

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blood  and  the   hunting  beasts  he 
was    filled    with    anger.     By    his 
magic  he  made  himself  as  high  as 
a  mountain.     Then  he  caught  the 
animals  in  his  great  hands,   reach- 
ing  here    and    there    after   them, 
across  hills  and  valleys ;  and  as  he 
returned  each  animal  to  the  ground 
it  was  as  small  as  its  kind  is  to-day. 
And  this  he  did  all  over  the  world ; 
and  from  that  day  to  this  the  ani- 
mals have  no  more  been  masters  of 
the  wilderness.     Then  he  led  the 
men  and  women  and  children  of 
t'le  tribe,  who  had  been  in  his  care 
for  so  many  years,  far  away  to  a 
country  of  thick  forest  and  broad 
rivers  —  a  finer    country,    I    have 
heard,  than  even  this  land  of  ours. 
There  they  built  villages  and  pros- 
pered, and  for  many  hundreds  of 


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years  Gluskap  continued  to  be  as 
a  father  to  them." 

"What  did  his  people  do,  in 
their  fine  new  country?"  asked 
Flying  Plover. 

"  They  did  many  things,"  replied 
the  old  woman.  "I  have  heard 
from  Micmacs  on  the  coast  that  in 
time  there  came  to  be  many  ma- 
gicians in  that  country.  Some  of 
the  magic  was  good,  such  as  Glus- 
kap himself  knew ;  and  some  was 
bad  —  and  that  was  practiced  by 
his  enemies.  Yes,  he  had  many 
enemies  —  evil  people  who  hated 
him  because  he  always  fought 
against  evil." 

"  Please  tell  me  something  about 
the  magic,"  begged  the  little 
boy. 

The  old  medicine  woman  thought 


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for  a  long  time,  and  scratched  her 
head  very  hard. 

**I  know  only  one  story  about 
the  magic  of  Gluskap's  people — 
and  I  am  not  sure  if  it  is  a  true 
story  or  not,  for  I  heard  it  from  a 
Micmac  fisherman  on  the  coast," 
she  said. 

"Long  ago,  in  the  country  of 
Gluskap's  people — the  new  country 
to  which  he  had  led  them  from  the 
barren  lands  —  there  lived  three 
boys  in  one  big  lodge.  They  were 
the  sons  of  the  chief  of  the  village. 
One  day,  while  they  were  at  play 
in  the  woods  at  some  distance  from 
their  father's  lodge,  they  heard  a 
sudden  squeak  and  a  sound  of 
struggling  in  a  nearby  thicket. 
They  ran  swiftly  to  the  place,  and 
were  in  time  to  save  a  little  brown 


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hare  from  the  hunger  of  a  wildcat. 
They  beat  the  wildcat  with  ,ticks 
until  it  sprang  away.  They  c  arried 
the  wounded  hare  to  then  lodge, 
and  there  washed  and  dressed  its 
hurts.  In  a  day  or  two  it  was 
able  to  hop  about  the  lodge.  One 
morning,  when  the  father  and 
mother  were  fishing  in  the  river,  the 
hare  spoke  to  the  children  with  a 
human  voice.  *  My  friends,'  it  said, 
*  to-day  I  must  journey  far  to  the 
northward,  on  Gluskap's  business. 
For  your  kindness  to  me  each  of 
you  shall  receive  a  magic  gift.  I 
shall  name  the  gifts,  so  each  can 
make  his  choice,  and  to-night  you 
will  find  them  at  the  door  of  your 
lodge.'  The  boys  were  dumb  with 
wonder,  for  they  knew  that  the  little 
brown  hare  must   be  a  great  ma- 


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gician.  *  First,*  the  hare  continued, 
'are  the  moccasins  of  the  wind. 
With  these  on  his  feet  a  man  can 
run  above  the  tree-tops,  on  the  cur- 
rents of  the  air.  Second,  is  the 
wallet  of  plenty.  With  this  at  his 
belt,  a  man  will  never  lack  either 
food  or  water.  The  third  gift  is 
an  arrow  of  red  wood,  feathered 
with  red  and  barbed  with  yellow 
metal.' 

"  The  oldest  boy  chose  the  moc- 
casins of  the  wind.  The  second 
in  age  said  that  the  wallet  of  plenty 
seemed  a  fine  thing  to  him.  So 
the  youngest  got  the  red  arrow. 
Then  the  hare  hopped  away  into 
the  bushes;  and  at  night  the  three 
gifts  lay  by  the  door  of  the  lodge. 
The   seasons    passed.     The    boy 

who  possessed    the   moccasins   of 
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the  wind  became  a  great  hunter  and 

warrior. 

"  When  he  was  twenty  years  of 

age  he  was  made  chief  of  the  village. 

His  lodge  was  spread   deep  with 

the  pelts  of  wolves  and  bears  and 

foxes.     H  e  was  a  great  man  —  and 

all  owing  to  the  virtue  of  the  magic 

moccasins.     But  he  did  not  always 

remember  that.     He  was   full   of 

pride.     The  second  brother  grew 

sleek,   and  slow  of   wit.     Cooked 

food  and  fresh  water  were  always  at 

his  side,  so  he  was  content  to  sit  still. 

But  the  youngest  of  the  brothers 

was  neither  famous  nor  lazy.     He 

was  a  brave  fighter,  but  he  led  no 

war     parties.      He    was    a    good 

hunter   and   worked  hard  for   his 

living.     He  could  find  no  magic  in 

the  red  arrow,  though  he  had  put 

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it  to  many  tests.  It  shot  no 
straighter  and  flew  no  farther  than 
the  other  shafts  in  his  quiver.  But 
he  always  kept  it  near  him,  ready 
for  whatever  might  happen,  for  his 
faith  in  its  virtue  was  strong. 

"One  day  in  early  autumn  the 
young  man  with  the  red  arrow  left 
the  village  of  his  people.  Some- 
thing had  spoken  to  him  in  his  sleep, 
and  had  told  him  that  a  great  ad- 
'  ^nture  awaited  him  in  a  far  coun- 
tr  .  So  he  journeyed  northward 
and  westward,  by  whatever  trails 
came  most  readily  to  his  feet. 
Game  was  plenty,  so  he  did  not 
want  for  food.  On  the  evening  of 
the  third  day  of  his  journey  he 
came  to  the  edge  of  a  great  barren. 
It  spread  before  him,  treeless  from 

horizon   to   horizon.     But   a   little 

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voice  in  his  brain  told  him  that  his 
way  led  straight  on. 

"After  he  had  traveled  over  that 
great  barren  for  more  than  two 
days  he  saw  a  line  of  blue  hills  far 
to  the  north.  While  he  was  still 
many  miles  distant  from  them  he 
caught  sight  of  something  running 
swiftly  toward  him.  As  it  drew 
near  him  he  saw,  greatly  to  his 
wonder,  that  it  was  a  young  woman. 
Her  eyes  were  bright  with  terror, 
and  she  ran  unsteadily  over  the 
rough  ground.  When  she  saw  the 
young  man  she  swerved  in  her 
course  and  ran  to  him,  crying  out 
that  a  terrible  wizard  followed  her 
in  the  form  of  a  great  bear.  The 
youth  set  an  arrow  to  the  string  of 
his  bow ;  and,  as  he  waited  for  the 
bear  to  appear,  the  girl  told  him 


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'TiSg^-tiAi  im  ';*TJ>^  ■ 


'W^'^sr. 


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"  Suddenly  tlie  great  bear  appeared,  galloping  heavily 


K     STORY   OF   GLUSKAP   AND   HIS   PEOPLE     ^ 

that  he  who  hunted  her  was  the 
most  powerful  of  all  the  evil  wizards, 
and  that  he  could  take  upon  him- 
self at  pleasure  the  form  of  any 
bird  or  animal. 

"Suddenly  the  great  bear  ap- 
peared, galloping  heavily  but 
swiftly.  Its  small  eyes  burned  with 
ferocity.  I  ts  narrow,  scarlet  tongue 
hung  from  its  jaws.  As  the  youth 
tirew  his  bow  he  noticed  that  the 
red  arrow  was  the  one  he  had 
chanced  to  draw  from  his  belt.  He 
loosed  it  straight  at  the  shoulder  of 
the  advancing  beast.  It  flashed 
from  the  string  and  vanished.  The 
bear  advanced.  The  young  brave 
trembled,  and  the  girl  cried  out  in 
dismay.  But  in  a  second  the  red 
arrow  fell  at  its  master's  feet,  and 
across  its  haft  hung  the  moccasins 


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of  tiie  wind.  In  a  flash  the  young 
man  understood.  Heiorehisown 
moccasins  from  his  feet  and  re- 
placed them  with  the  magic  pair. 
Then  he  returned  thered  arrow  to 
his  quiver  and  caught  the  girl  in 
his  arms.  She  felt  no  heavier  than 
a  young  fox,  so  great  was  the  magic 
of  the  moccasins. 

"*Have  no  fear-*  he  said,  and 
sprang  away.  Under  his  speeding 
feet  the  earth  swam  back  and 
melted  behind  them,  and  the  gray, 
brown,  blue,  and  red  of  its  tinted 
surface  mixed  like  colored  waters. 
For  a  thousand  miles  the  wizard 
followed,  now  with  the  stride  of  a 
moose,  now  with  the  wings  of  an 
eagle;  but  he  was  left  so  far  behind 
in  the  first  half-second  that  he  lost 
both  scent  and  sight  of  them  before 


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the  magic  moccasins  had  made  a 
dozen  strides.  So  you  may  beHeve 
that  at  the  end  of  his  thousand 
miles  he  was  very  far  on  the  wrong 
trail.  When  the  young  man  paused 
to  take  breath  he  found  that  floors 
and  heaps  of  ice  stretched  avay 
on  all  sides.  The  air  was  bitterl} 
cold.  Overhead  the  dome  of 
heaven  was  alive  with  the  mag- 
nificent, drifting  radiance  of  the 
Northern  Lights.  The  girl  lay 
weakly  against  his  arm,  for  the 
speed  of  their  flight  had  held  her 
breath  in  her  nostrils.  Presently 
she  opened  her  eyes  and  looked 
about  her  fearfully. 

"  *  How  came  we  to  this  place  ? ' 
she  asked. 

"  *  By   the   magic    of    the   moc- 
casins of  the   wind,'  he  told   her, 

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pointing  down  at  the  gaily  Seaded 
shoes  on  his  feet. 

"She  trembled  and  hid  her  face. 
*  It  was  like  death/  she  said 

"  Then  the  youth  understood  that 
to  endure  the  tremendous  flight  of 
the  moccasins  one  must  also  be  pos- 
sessed of  their  strength.  For  hours 
they  wandered  about  in  search  of 
shelter  and  food.  In  unhurried  mo- 
tion the  young  man's  feet  experi- 
enced none  of  the  magic.  He  was 
thankful  for  that.  At  last  the  girl 
sank  on  the  ice,  faint  for  want  of 
food  and  drink.  Then  the  man  be- 
thought him  of  the  red  arrow,  and, 
fitting  it  to  his  bow,  fired  it  at  a 
distance. 

"'Its  virtue  is  so  great,*  he 
thought,  *  that  it  may  bring  a  fowl 
or  a  fish  to  me,  to  keep  this  woman 


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I     STORY   OF   GLLSKAP   AND   HIS   PEOPLE     ^ 

from  death.'  In  a  second  &t 
arrow  was  at  his  feet,  and  midway 
on  the  red  shaft  hung  the  wallet  of 
plenty.  Thankfully  they  ate  and 
drank,  and  hearts  and  bodies  re- 
covered strength. 

"  Many  moons  later  the  posses- 
sor of  the  red  arrow,  accompanied 
by  the  beautiful  young  woman,  ap- 
proached the   lodges   of   his   own 
people.     At    his    belt,    securely 
wrapped    in   water-tight  skins,    he 
carried  the  moccasins  of  the  wind 
and  the  wallet  of  plenty.     He  was 
an  honest  man,  and  wished  to  re- 
turn them  to  the  rightful    owners 
uninjured.     A  mile  from   the  vil- 
lage they  met  the  second  brother — 
the  man  who  had  chosen  the  wallet 
of  plenty  from   among   the   three 
gifts.     Upon  his  shoulders  he  car- 


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ried  a  great  stick  of  maple-wood. 
In  appearance  he  had  changed  sur- 
prisingly since  the  other's  departure. 
The  muscles  stood  out  on  his  lean 
arms  and  legs,  and  his  eyes  were 
merry;  whereas  of  old  his  limbs 
had  been  heavy  with  fat  and  his 
eyes  dull. 

•"Why  do  you  carry  that  great 
log?'  asked  the  wanderer,  after 
they  had  exchanged  brotherly 
greetings. 

"  *  To  split  and  store  away,  for  the 
making  of  paddles  and  arrow-shafts 
in  the  stormy  days  of  winter,'  re- 
plied the  other. 

"The  wanderer  handed  him  the 
wallet  of  plenty — but,  upon  open- 
ing it,  they  found  that  it  was 
empty. 

"**Tis  better  so,*  remarked  the 


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maker  of  paddles,  as  he  hoisted 
the  stick  of  maple  back  to  his 
shoulders. 

"At  the  outskirts  of  the  village, 
in  a  modest  wigwam,  the  young 
couple  found  the  eldest  of  the  three 
brothers,  the  man  who  had  chosen 
the  moccasins  of  the  wind.  He 
^  was  lying  on  a  couch  of  skins,  and 
his  children  played  about  the  door. 
His  greeting  was  modest  and 
kindly.  But  he  could  not  rise  from 
his  couch  to  welcome  them. 

"*In  my  pride,*  he  said,  *I  for- 
got that  my  prowess  in  the  chase 
and  the  battle  was  all  of  the  magic 
moccasins.  I  thought  myself  the 
very  equal  of  Gluskap.  But  the 
moccasins  flew  away  from  me,  and 
in  the  next  hunt  I  was  stricken  to 

the  earth  by  a  wounded  moose —  for 

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I  was  no  stronger  than  the  young- 
est warrior  and  no  swifter  than  the 
oldest  chief.' 

"  The  new-comer  produced  the 
moccasins  of  the  wind  from  the  bag 
at  his  side,  and  gave  them  into  the 
hands  of  the  fallen  chieftain.  At 
that  moment  a  tall  stranger  entered 
the  wigwam  and  took  the  moccasins 
from  his  hands.  Then,  turning  to 
the  other,  he  took  the  red  arrow 
from  the  quiver.  Already  the 
wallet  of  plenty  hung  at  his  belt  of 
blue  wampum. 

"  *  The  three  gifts  were  equal  in 
the  sight  of  Gluskap,'  he  said,  *  but 
you  see  how  you  have  driven  their 
magic  to  the  desires  of  your  own 
hearts.  Only  the  red  arrow  worked 
to  its  full  power,  and  in  doing  so  it 
has  doubled  its  magic.      Now  Glus- 


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kap  has  need  of  it,  and  takes  it 
back  as  a  gift  from  this  young  man.' 
He  turned,  and  ghded  from  the 
lodge." 

"Who  was  it?"  asked  Flying 
Plover. 

"  I  don't  know ;  but  perhaps  it 
was  Gluskap  himself,"  replied  the 
old  woman. 

"  Do  you  know  any  more  stories 
about  the  red  arrow?"  asked  the 
boy, 

"Perhaps  I  do,"  said  the  old 
woman.  "  But  I  '11  not  tell  you 
any  more  to-night." 


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By  ANNIE  FELLOWS  JOHNSTON  (CorUimud) 

CICELY  AND  OTHER  STORIES  FOR  GIRLS 

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In  this  story  Mrs.  Johnston  relates  the  story  of  Dago 
a  pet  monkey,  owned  jointly  by  two  brothers.     Dago 
tells  his  own  story,  and  the  account  of  his  haps  and  mw- 
haps  is  both  interesting  and  amusing. 

THE  QUILT  THAT  JACK  BXnLT 

A  pleasant  little  story  of  a  boy's  labor  of  love,  and  how 
it  changed  the  course  of  his  life  many  years  after  it  was 
accomplished 

FLIP'S  ISLANDS  qg  PROVIDENCE 

A  story  of  a  boy's  4ife  battle,  his  early  defeat,  and  his 
final  triumph,  weD  wortiPthe  reading. 
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